city From the letters that I write they think I'm fine But by day I make the cars, by night I make the bars If only they could read between the lines '
it to the top, But the mountain so high, Good thing I know how to rock climb, Swinging over you niggas, like monkeys, I find vines, My rhymes crush grapes, fine
deserted, there's dust on the shelf Mr. Zero sits lonely and talks to himself It's too late to change, the fine line has been crossed The charades are
nigga got a hustle to 'em, even your dad So do what you gotta, but don't cross that line You get yours, I get mine, and everything'll be fine All I
Nights on the Jedi, I'm Laying down flows, putting mics on bedtime Give me my set time, and I'ma go rep mine Bars on fed time, cars on red line I be in
blow She keeps a-rolling She keeps a-rolling She keeps a-rolling on proud and fine She keeps a-rolling She keeps a-rolling Down that long twin silver line
ruin, Till these man made delusions catch a bad case of bruising, We're all drunk philosophers so give it time now, There's a fine line between a smile
s a warning Ring on the bell says it's half past eight Keys in my tea, hey I'm gonna be late I'm walking on the pavement skipping on the lines So the
up by Earthling cops They wanted me for their army or whatever, picture me I swirl like the wind tempting tomorrow to be today Tiptoing the fine line
that I write they think I'm fine But by day I make the cars and by night I make the bars If they could only read between the lines I wanna go home I
I'm through with standin' in lines to clubs I'll never get in It's like the bottom of the ninth and I'm never gonna win This life hasn't turned out Quite
boofers in the back of the 1 train They'll be kicking out windows,high on cocaine And then I jump the turnstyle I lost my last token Riding between the cars
up! Wind it up! Yodelay yodelay yodeloh (Yeah) This is the key that makes us wind up When the beat comes on the girls all line up And the boys all look
As I read between the lines The tear stains on your letter Tell me things ain't got no better But I'll just make you think I think That everything is fine
know you ugly and you got some bad chicks You do the damn thang, you feel that? If you a ugly chick or you was fine once You know where you was fine
the score So bear ya arms, grab ya Lucky Charms Or get direct hits from Napalm Bombs Feel it 'cuz my Cru's comin' down the line We was makin' moves, now we doin' fine
record Classics.......ya average white folks Drop you in your tracks lyricly I knock your lights out I ain't one to strike out The only rapper who ain't nice Steppin' on a fine line
Everybody comin' to my party, it starts today We gettin' naughty by nine, so don't be late There's gonna be a line so be prepared to wait Fine, fine