off a beautiful day with weed smoke Out of last night's pussy, the murder that she wrote Cold sweatin' from a nightmare, mind on a C-note You leave the
. 2000 born again, c'mon The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on You're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on You're dead wrong Relax and take notes
was the bop and the flair I kicks to my pools by the nap of their hair I'm pinnin' Uncle Sam for the death of swingin' quotes For losin' Bud Powell slidin' over Dizzy's notes
hand with my mans by the walls we play Now, waist chains and Cammy floors complete sag Live pools, my squad rules from solar to lunar, cheap to death
good, it feel Yo, now how it feel? Yo [Verse 1 - Talib Kweli] It feel good, it feel so damn good, it feel Khalil brought the fly shit, I brought the hood appeal Notes
s the deal? A lot of cats who buy records are straight broke But my language universal they be recitin my quotes While R&B singers hit bad notes, we
out 52 bars come out, now you feel 'em out 52 bars.. [Outro] Hahaha, "Death is Certain" niggaz (ho!) (Ho!) Asar, I told you Vicious!I told you Yeah, aight you sissy ass MC's Take notes
with the streets, I Sam - Cooks the beat until change comes! (C'MON!) My brain got different compartments, When it holds the ?, when it holds the explosives! One just got a note
check yourself And it don't mean a damn thang, if I shake your hand If I ain't too enthused, and I got on a mean mask You better stay on note, cause
Shanghai surprise The last of my crew is skeleton by design Cannon balls crush courtyards and those courted Those falsely supported, it's been duly noted
the sunshine state Weights and measures curved and straight letters Are used and fused together To deliver the devastating craving I have for making bars and notes
down It's such a long way down To the place where we started from We met when we was young, two hearts that beat as one I knew it from the start not till death
from, your done when your eyes are glassy wear the glass to the death of the village idiot where i consider it, no need for a death certificate just a
'm an expert A battleaxe attached to my necklace Fuck around it's a death wish I'm building with my fans to perfect this Especially fresh to death that
theyselves, they all gonna die Its the tale of the crips and bloods, pimps and thugs Get your face bashed in on the concrete rug on that note I'm a say
hope to my kind First words was a note I spoke in a rhyme My album'll touch you like the death of Malcom Comes in CDs, cassettes, internet, and volumes
they all gonna die Its the tale of the crips and bloods, pimps and thugs Get your face bashed in on the concrete rug on that note I'm a say peace!
is Have no clue that I'm armed and dangerous Willing to spill my blood to be famous Willing to spill my blood to make changes Look for a suicide note