Cant be Mad they sister carry a gap like Newman
Doin the cha-cha-cha in '59 on the TV watchin Truman
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Cant be Mad they sister carry a gap like Newman
Doin the cha-cha-cha in '59 on the TV watchin Truman
in b.k. we stack bricks like crewmen
bars hit hard from the n.y. to finland
We stompin the globe on worldwide escapes, Hip-hop took 'em from red kool-aid to escaldes
ride around puffin' pounds of that john blaze
pocket fulla shells since the early days of rage
Mentally unfold galaxies from a page, Perform the big bang with a mic n' a stage
to think them geezers used to speak of my art form as a phase
now its 50 year old business men rockin' gawdy platty chains
feel the pain as I walk thru lead heavy rain, pierce the membrane,
neva keepin it the same, just make sure yall remmber the name,
Render ya Fate
to get Deader then Undead Skeltons..who Turn in They Graves.
Worse then Aids cuz you'll be Cursed with Hate
no other Choice ya Break like sane to Insane
then to Blow ya Brains out it's Skull like Kurt Cobain
in utero, my arcade fires lead to funerals
matters not who i fold, i scold niggaz as usual
Juipter Flow that Juke's Group's then Jumps thru Hoops
passes Saturn and the Humungus Moon...NOthing New
Yup, buckin crews wit police like where da "fuck's the clues?"
Then they stare at big lookin at how his pant's tucked in shoes...
smoking.. blowing smoke in ur face.. just there.. i do have to go.. look at.. but yes.. a lighter.. there... over and over.. a blue cup.. a wooden pipe.. i wish i had coke.. me too.. yes.. me. .. too.. im sinking.. in.. classes.. till fall..
But dont sink to much sun, Dont take your eye off tha BALL
which.. enlarged.. has.. symmetrical.. . spelling.. and will just stay there and float.. stay on..
Fuck the average crayon cleshays
Yaw soundin like yaw got road rage how yaw hate on me "ways"