m hoping that this new year, Is better than the last one..., 'Cause me and my loneliness, Could sure use a divorce There are people determined to ruin my life, This year
clutchin' on that shit when you move I don't know why that other rapper got stripped for his jewels You know how easy it is to get shit confused I wasn't even in New
make good grades But instead I was worried about them new J's I shoulda listened, when you said, "Boy, don't get no tattoos" Now it's 2 years later and
the Midwest and Bible study groups would act out parts of the Bible. But these were pretty low budget productions and shot in a church basement or somebody
was the only one But it's too late, too late She's gone You sweat her, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Coogi You a big L, and I ain't talkin' 'bout Cool J
's death too well. Started watchin' porno movies And engaging in phone sex with Cousin Belle. It's a better Christmas without Grandpa Last year in church
flow: it's like A-B-C-D-E-F-G- H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P, and ICP on LSD or ABC or MTV or the new PC you got for free from Circuit City in Albuquerque.
fuck it, I said, said fuck it Your new lesson is to realize the mission when you hear it MC you, see I got this in my spirit I got verses like Mahalia singin' church
'm downer than he is And that police chief named Willie Can take his motherfucking ass back to Philly Dropped a bomb on a crew named move Years ago,
in school or church Talk shit, I'm straight swingin, with ?? Don P AKA Don Pimp, Don Pimpin, never slippin If its mine or your trick, I'm rippin [Juicy J
too late, it's too late He, gone [Kanye West] You sweat her, and I ain't talkin 'bout a Coogi You a big L, and I ain't talkin 'bout Cool J See me at
wake up Now's the time You better wake up, yo! [Poetic] Yo, yo, aiyo My country tis of thee, bloodshed and misery Ain't nobody givin me, liberty, New
Your careers over, he's slumped over Everyone beating on, I'm sober That's a new flow, [?] gave me some Kush and some Nuvo New dough for the year and
downer than he is And that police chief named Willie Can take his motherfucking ass back to Philly Dropped a bomb on a crew named "Move" Years ago, here
boy make good grades but instead I was worryin about dem new j's I shoulda listened, when you said boy dont get no tattoos now it's 2 years later and
about scarecrowism Saints can you feel me I try for years and years Sinkin' this one day of depression Stormy weather and church bells Ringin' to the election of a new
