eleven! Arsonists burnin people and they dogs up while they sleepin Peepin toms peepin and poisonous gas leakin Hurricanes blowin cities down every other
' the bow So is tec and the lil' ya damn it must be a dream I'm a born entertainer he's a lyrical fiend Three black brother's love each other keep a fat
Who started this morning from Devon He's a bit undersiz'd and you don't feel surprised When he tells you he's only eleven Well you're driving like mad
, And you get one-three base eight, Or, in other words, In base ten you have eleven, And you take away seven, And seven from eleven is four. Now go back
fraternity A $50.00 fine for disturbing the peace The neck, tortoise. Your Lees are creased Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin' Elevated
many Hate runs deep in the guts of all 'Cause your hate can judge a fate 'Cause niggas cuttin they lifelines for crime, but we still movin' on [Saukrates] Index fingers
wonderful things you'll become You always used to say All the time that ties down in your life Feels different today I feel bad cause there is no other
seen it all from where I'm hiding, baby 'Cos I'm slidin' out of control Here I go off the road, crank the stereo I flick a finger to the world below
Shut your mouth because Shut your mouth because Your sh*t might show X2 Flick a finger Oh To the world below Oh Here I am dirty hands I don't give a
playa with no game Told the truth to get What I want but shot it with no shame Take this music dead serious while others entertain I see they makin'
kill me and get fools after me The only violence you ever witnessed was on Menace ll Society Try to sound deep and got masses fooled by your lack of rhythm I elevate
fronted on our vinyl then bought Bounce off EBAY I'm sick of headwraps...they meditate on rhymes Swing lead bats...to elevate their minds Get back...
I'm not the priziest horse or the classiest fighter with shattered glass in my voice writing my name on the wall with the fingers my highschool gave me
(Big L) Yo, check it Yo, I got slugs for snitches No love for bitches Puttin thugs in ditches When my trigger finger itches I got a rep that make police
the mid of the dash? Yeah, pimp' but don't put your fingers on my glass Got a two lane bowlin' alley up in the truck And on the other side of bed that
like to move No fakin the funk, it's all about how to show and prove Some get to make it through life livin legal The others gotta try to survive, doin
(Hi, de, hi, de, hi, de, hi) Hoo (Hoo) He, de, he, de, he, de, he (He, de, he, de, he, de, he) Hey (Hey) Elevator scheme with the scheme to catch Cream
