come out his ribs like a Hollywood script Bitch-niggaz on the floor screamin for mommy and shit Cardiologists hook up the heart monitors quick Thermometer temperature dips below
[Intro - Royce talking] Yeah, Bar Exam 2 nigga. It's a motherfuckin' holiday bitches [Verse 1 - Canibus] Bar Exam 2 I landslide you to lava below Gotta
One for the money, two for the show Three to get it crackin' in the hood, let's go My rhymes pop like them nines That clammy tote, but they rap lackluster
the arting wit a backpack full of travelers Checks to burn, stay warm for the brain storm 'cuz in my snow storm I freeze if I don't sleep below the
pair of these Watch where you step try and take care of these You can tell how i'm dressed, I'm a rare breed D boy fresh still hard though, 40 belows
howl, now Lets see who, wanna go against Mafia world Niggaz nuthin' but squirrels, they know we rep Biggie Niggaz tryin' to get a nut, hit in the head or below
was helpless This little kid squeezed off in his pelvis Pressure down below, fire in de hole Lose control, got nowhere to go Pressure down below, fire
me You way below the sea level me im stepping on the beach No reach im ahead of you my house is all mommas kool aid in a water fountain cost bout three
occurs to you When you hit thirty three, now you can see That it's all about skill and a love for the art Not whose above or whose below in the chart
some pie for your face With a drip, drip, drip it's blood on the strip Three disassembled bodies in the trunk of the whip Hear the saw, saw, saw right below
-useable dick So as i reload, my trigger finger's frozen cold From squeezing so hard my reason is no control Warped soul, look at that, pap-pap-krack Three
here tonight to get on your case And we are the krush grooving, the body moving The record makin' and the record breakin' And it goes a little somethin' like this It goes a one, two, three
you is You got to be free Come together, right now Over me He bag production He got walrus gumboot He got Ono sideboard He one spinal cracker He got feet down below
was trying to beat the raps in Idaho I was breaking into a schoolhouse Sunday morning without warning When I saw the sheriff coming for me slow from down below
on the block rocked needin' three bitches ta shake up Pimpin' ain't easy but if ya mac you'll be the largest So if he asses out he got no hoes just three
remind y'all how the game go I'm the youngest with a clothing line first wit a TV show I ain't in the pros and I got three black cards Call the saints
why i'm giving you seven words [VERSE 1] Tech N9ne you should look at this as a wonderful endeavour the pleasure...of having a bitch go below the
traits Shit is deep like bass, enemies get beat, lock breaks From dusk to dawn, I thrust upon the scene Always conscious, I was born supreme No wonder I run with a hundred twenty Three