laws Overthrow regimes in the name of the cause Renegades, never slaves, this means war 100% uncut raw Fuck limited freedom, nigga we want more The machine
Head bussa Head bussa Head bussa Head bussa I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa I don't know 'bout
to count your teeth Remember Steppen Fetchit Remember Steppen Fetchit how we laughed An all your Sunday school images giving flesh and giggling With the ice pick high off his head
, I'm on this son {"Put some money on it"} Yeah, Don Corlito flyin out a Tito The further I get the ground look more mosquito Dutch burnin, other hand
a team Answering machine on screen Phone rings, it was Alene from Queens Head was mean Had a head for skeems Told her she could head the scene
have love in the hood And I ain't got to buy weed, 'cause my credit is good Machine gun lyrics, CN lift spirits Puff more weed than dreads, hip-hop heads
wolverine Marine biologist machine with the verbal Internal mind fertile, foot, over hurdle Tight like girdle, and my word'll be the last I incubate every other
on My patients will scorn the heavy fuckin' spitters on I'm postin' wit Tech, I'm postin' wit g's in the back My swagger so mean wit the mini machine
Verse one: {tec-9} Straight out tha gutta they label a nigga As a problem to the other side but they just Want to take me for a ride you ask the question
Six million ways to die, choose one [Kurupt] It's time to escape, but I don't know where the fuck I'm headed Up or down, right or left, life or death
to live Where am I? Father, what happened? I need help What is democracy? What is democracy? It got something to do with young men killing each other
old we were young bucks scrubbin' each others backs in the bathtub Babysitter would send you to bed but she would make me stay up so she could give the young playa some viscious head
my heart is on my sleeve my head is in the sand i said how did we end up here? you said happenstance but i didn't understand so i made other plans i ran
is in town Here comes the blind commissioner They?ve got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker The other is in his pants And the
and politely declines To remain at its usual angle Well, you get some repose in the form of a dose With hot eye balls and head ever aching But your
your head I walked forever sightseeing a screen Shuffled a mean green ping Dives head first into a hole in the water Drives side to side like a floating machine
Something that reminded me I can't believe that you are gone x2 Just like a time machine Taking me back to yesterday A million thoughts Are running through my head