Thorough bread plus I stay weeded All I need from you is your word that when I come to the stai You gon hold me down 'cause when you come to M.I. I'
comes down I'm coming straight for your heart No way you can stop me now As fine as you are You can't imagine what your image means The pages come alive
spend hours In front of a Friday night mirror Trying to understand the kinda world Where the beautiful prosper Slicking up the kinda hair That the magazine
be afraid? And before I wrap up this 'Port Of Miami' There's a lot of my brothers and sisters They stumble and fell That wasn't here to watch this come
the media and the magazines They have so much credability to elaberate schemes Internet chatrooms with live feeds of a rapper Being eatin alive by La
She a video hoe, the bitch make big money Like to let her hair down when the sky get sunny You can catch her in the Dub or the King magazine Young red
Wild at heart and following her dreams But even she was pretty, got a ticket to the city Where she'd find her place on the cover of a magazine It was
nuthin I tried to be You was in the house sharpenin your art skills And I was in the backyard doin cartwheels Runnin with the niggas mama told me leave alone, come
count my money, an shoot the magazine covers. My team?s supreme, i fiend for green, like a Sweet splittin cheese gittin cream machine So many words come
come to rescue Central Park Watch the kids revive the sounds of Mexico It gives them a spark The figure of eight goes 'round It leaves you alive where
door to his own room to hide Picked it up, it was a Gibson Plugged it in and turned the amp on It was time to make his dream come alive He's gonna be
Do you know the warm progress under the stars? Do you know we exist? Have you forgotten the keys to the Kingdom? Have you been borne yet & are you alive
the papers, and read the magazines. (The magazines.) Something's approaching, oh no, oh no. And no one knows exactly what it means, but the killer machines are coming
together Still the walls come crushin' down My body ain't working faster My mind's working overtime Going hundred miles an hour standing still But I'm alive
he says, "Come on, Cec, gimme a dollar Come on Cecil gimme five I'm in a halfway house on a one-way street And I'm a quarter past left alive " He can
can nobody do it better than you) Do your thing thing (Believe can nobody do it better than you) Are you doing your thing, well Are you letting your dreams, come alive
ring the alarm) Hip=hop just died here's a warning (somebody ring the alarm) Hip-hop just died here's a warning That revenge is coming (It's coming back for..) (It's coming
you tell me that I was wrong? They had it coming They had it coming They had it coming They had it coming They had it coming They took a flower All