point It's like mind over matter with this Mad Hatter with this, battle with this Like a sentence, it just run on I'm pro an' you a princess, come on
Fat cop hey look what you got it's not a lot when you're out on the job you spot with all them criminals are out on the action and you just got time 90
wes] No shackles on my mind, no shackles on my mind, no shackles on my mind I ain't blind, I know the time No shackles on my mind, no shackles on my mind
for starters i contemplated on where to split ya, marked a spot with a dotted line then ripped ya, used carful procedure, if you listen closely, you
turn on my S.A.D. light I'll turn on my S.A.D. light I'll turn on my S.A.D. light I'll turn on my S.A.D. Light Winter blues, no love for you Seasons
in here You'd better get it crystal clear your skill just doesn't compare They're asking who's the best in the underground No question the best is on
the web Now bees are stingin', yo that niggaz 'em singin' I'm just swingin' swords strictly based on keyboards Unbalanced like elephants and ants on see-saws I throw raps that attack like the Japs on
me introduce you Get ready I'm hard read like graffiti but steady Science I drop is real heavy Radiant energy, that'll be the penalty Touch the third rail on
On the first roll 7 or 11 is a winner Either other time 11 is irrelevant And 7 is craps, after you've established a point A point being 4, 5, 6, 8, 9,
I bought my first gun, was already armed Teach you bout coof, little bit of class heavy charm Used to get my laughs, for a nice chain, heavy charm High
're on and you must believe the Son He'll save you on the spot, He's comin ready or not I've got to be to the point just like a nail on the cross I formerly
to explain Why real niggas need to stick to the game It's the same got these motherfuckers changin' on me Jealous ass player haters gaming on me Look
illin' on a drum We in a world that places heavy emphasis on money synthesis Y'all can be my witnesses That a fella fascination with money has grown To the point
I can bring us a little closer so you can see exactly what's going on....*explosion* (Aesop Rock)(Verse 1) What'd I miss? 900 cc's of the raw in one
Jerry Jeff Walker In a boarding house, I'd lay upstairs, And dream of how I'd live someday Downstairs there sat, a man who had A guitar he never learned
is for unless you was that guy that night. I mean, you'd grab this out of the hole, run on over there, BAM BAM on them little feet! back into the ocean
sorta like the lotto baby I can change yo life. We can be like white on white. I'm on top of you up under you. You think I'd work for waffle house