by the common man You?ve been just as deceived An effect that was planned by the powers that be A most effective tool for division and rule A most effective tool
the whole bird mama cookin' out the pots Keep the tool in my hand 'cause we get it 'round the clock Untangle few knots but we still flood the blocks
on racks on racks Nigga, I ain't even tryna hold back YC Still fresh, yeah, and in my Trues Iced out, okay, cool Trapped up, know I keep that tool
so trill Nigga I'm trill, nigga I'm so trill G's up, rev them V's up Federali's trying to reach us to keep us Flooded pieces, diamond size Reese's pieces
me your mind Believe, confess, comply Evolving to a certain state of perfection Your soul is my pleasures tool Unpurified, intoxicated structures of creation Flooding
Assembled from bits of other creatures Created not born Not having to age beyond recognition I have no soul Arrogance and ignorance A useful tool to destroy
to your ordinance Upgrade your grey matter, cause one day it may matter Yo, your recovery's slow My dual input Plus my modem The tools in foot Long songs
non-stop rec shot What I took on the road on the lap and desktop A mixture from up-tempo to slow grooves 8-Track figure that's mixed wit Pro Tool
might breeding a new type of hyprid child To conquer the world without a fight To condemn the power of strength The astonishing mental capacity The tool
the ladies and gents, deliquents and presents Everyday hungry, gun play on the sunny Crews sweeter than honey, stars fuck for all they money Stupid dummies, fifteen slugs flood
busters being my mansion, chilling inhalin the ganja smoke counting mad cream, weighin tons of coke guarded by thugs and rottweilers I flood the streets
the common man You've been just as deceived An effect that was planned by the powers that be A most effective tool for division and rule A most effective tool
'm so crude Texas T, haters is so screwed But I can't fill it like a flathead in a Philips Don't get it twisted, nigga I'm no tool More cool than a pool
This is mnemonic a tool to feel the past A tasty serum a way to make things last I have a flower i keep it safe whit me Under mu pillow it watches over
trill, nigga I'm so trill [Pusha T:] G's up, rev them V's up Federali's trying to reach us to keep us Flooded pieces, diamond size Reese's Pieces You
' swiftly Duckin' fifty Hit my hoe crib for a nice dick suck and a quicky Killa Cam, Dutch and the Spade flow sickly The streets shifty So I keep my tool
we flip the whole bird mama cookin' out the pots Keep the tool in my hand 'cause we get it 'round the clock Untangle few knots but we still flood the
