her a new style It's a wicked colour hair Will be wrong, will be right, will be good And she loves dancing wearing purple Glasses with a star Her mother
the F is for forensics, From start to finish, Usain Wayne, OK ya doin' your thing, Well thangs change, you plain Jane, I'm diverse, I save the World second
million ways to die, so I chose Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed The blindfold, cold, so you can feel the rap And shatter the glass and second
sit in the back Spendin' mad cash, money, money and we real bad-ass You know we got panache style, sass Gettin' mad ass, keepin' it under glass Pizazz
made and rice was thrown A house was built, a baby born How time can move both fast and slow amazes me So I raise my glass to symmetry To the second hand
and rice was thrown A house was built, a baby born How time can move both fast and slow Amazes me And so I raise my glass to symmetry To the second hand
got, give it your all Look at you bawl, why you cryin' to me? Same song and dance My second victim was even bigger than the first Pop star, icon, the
used to wonder at the stars a lot Sitting in my dads old barber shop I used to pull faces when he past the mop Then he gave me his plate and glass to
(Here's to The Roc) And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them (Mr Rocafella) Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky This
time you kissed me on the face Question mark, space I know you're with me underneath the star-scape Treadmill, pick up our pace Head-start on a jet in
seconds before dawn [Violent J] Dead birds, scattered throughout the patterns of art No explanation left by the shadows of dark Batteries drained of they power in seconds
you with no girls! It's gettin kinda strange, funny style Let the Captain begin [Kool Keith] White Stesson hat, fur manicure, matchin mink Makin NBA players start
late I'm lookin' down at the fella Shit's pushed in, ambulance placed him on some cushion His mom's had a stare, I wouldn't dare second look when I murk
it changed everything Here's the ring You dropped the band, I can't understand it Not after all we've been through Words start to fly, my glass jaw
classic The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gun play I mastered No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record Broken down and crafted in seconds
Dolemite classic The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record Broken down and crafted in seconds
her, she offers me a glass Of a drink that she never drinks herself You're only jealous Stir it up Of the company I keep and the stars you never
