sky high [x10] [Verse 4: Big Boi] Now who done stepped in? The nigga the B-I-B the secret weapon Boi Slicker that Black Ice, throwin these flows like rice
[x10] now who done stepped in? the nigga the b-i-g the secret weapon boy slicker that black ice throwing them flows like rice at weddings so quick flexing
Khan I just wanna (?) all night long shorty said I look like the dude from the Passion of the Christ, Jesus Christ shorty said I smell like beans and rice
(Bob Dylan) There's an evenin' haze settlin' over town Starlight by the edge of the creek The buyin' power of the proletariat's gone down Money's gettin
high (repeat 10X) [Verse 4: Big Boi] Now who done stepped in? The nigga the B-I-B the secret weapon Boi Slicker that Black Ice, throwin these flows like rice
Damn! I don't know what it was but it hit me hard "Uh" Jannell's a Rican, U know? And them beans and rice is a habit at Jannell's house, U know?
Choclate thai, all in my eye, I'm never broken-hearted Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep, bang that shit retarded [Intro: 12 O'Clock (RZA)] (Bob
: (Bob Dylan) There's an evenin' haze settlin' over town Starlight by the edge of the creek The buyin' power of the proletariat's gone down Money's
(repeat 10X) [Verse 4: Big Boi] Now who done stepped in? The nigga the B-I-B the secret weapon Boi Slicker that Black Ice, throwin these flows like rice
, all in my eye, I'm never broken-hearted Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep, bang that shit retarded [Intro: 12 O'Clock (RZA)] (Bob Digi) Sun Zeini
thai, all in my eye, I'm never broken-hearted Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep, bang that shit retarded 12 O'Clock (RZA)] (Bob Digi) Sun Zeini (
I'll swat 'em Urinate on 'em and warn 'em twice to step to the next man You got that problem from your ex-man Billy Joe, Pickle Peter and Bob I'm not
all praised the king now Cause I remember Steave Bikos life was taken Mandela imprisoned promises broken Africas awaiting Bob Marley was poisoned Marcos Garvey was sold for beans and rice
The hudred bar monster, spit without hawkin up Smash your whole roster, fuck what it cost ya Fuck what it cost me, join the army Smoke Bob Marley, the
minds like Xavier's in mutants While you should get smart about chaos and mcontrol your style is *old* with no *soul* like Bob Dole Even seeming simpletons