thousand microchips two shots of penicillin goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like followin Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside
not been denied, For locked behind four walls is the master of the pain, Who's now trapped inside their morbid lair, But what is on their mind what
glove His time is up! He's still the type of boy who makes a comeback Kill the white noise til the sun's black Moonwalk around New York City and get murdered
inside of me Peeps tried to lock me out like, yeah, fun, it's for more For sure, was a quiet type and inside a drawer Straight outta war, couldn't ignore
fuckin soul It?s not a problem when i buck you bitch, i do it smooth That?s what the devil?s daughter do, now fly what would you do? [playa fly] Clizick
Aight) My bad, I didn't mean to kill that shit. (That's alright, man, y'know what'm sayin?) [Talib Kweli] The beats is always love, y'know what'm sayin
See can't another brother cook these delicacies [Outro: Common] Ahh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh Like triple it, alright That's
[Layzie Bone] It's the art, art of war, art of war It's the art, art of war, art of war It's the art, art of war, art of war It's the art, art of war
feel you ready nigga then come get some [Kepoe:] Stepping up in the do' you know it's Kepoe, when it's bout plex I let my heat go Know I gotta represent the S
