Bill. [Verse 2] Always, you can see him lurkin in the hallways- Carcasses of caucasian females in his crawlspace. How the hell did he fit em all into such a small
is a vital force, high level right across Shoulders the lions raw voice is the siren I swing round, ring out and bring down the tyrant Shocked, a small
shown like taps Red an' white Wally's that match, bend my baseball hat Doin' forever shit, like pissin' out the window on turnpikes Robbin' niggaz for leathers, high swipin' on dirt bikes Voice
) Public Enemy was driven into the underground by Government forces However a small resistance is forming Both Terminator X and Chuck D have resurfaced Leading a small
bedroom floor He heard singin' from the shower from the bathroom door Sounded like Melvin Moore but he couldn't be sure She had a sexy ass voice but
Mac-10's, the shits never end You can't touch my riches Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the
're trembling? "Get The Dollar" isn't for you nigga Killa kills killa, so be a killa Your turn to talk! I cannot hear his voice echoin' through New York
just how this all relates It's the posa and the negative, mini and mega live Arm a leg a leg an arm headed by a nigga Like big and small, short and
with last weekend fucking with dank and I had the bitch tweaking rushing the guts and I had the bitch leaking I mean fucking it up I had the voice level peaking small
gonna be a crack sella But beat me there goes my fuckin choice and shit A nigga never be got a chance to put his voice in it Tell me lies nigga decide
yellin out the "O" 'cause the world's full of bitches It just is Cold cold world Picture two worlds collide every civilization died catchin bullet holes you can still
the great white you little tadpole, my moneys like a fat bitch she had a cash roll. Combination lock safe bread stash old, and white shit with small
be naive and dress fresh when I was small Now, I line these niggas up against the wall and grab they balls I like to hear the tone of their voice when
I might hear what thus sayeth, oh God It's the still small voice that I wait for so Speak to me, Lord Whether it be loud and clear, or still and small
night To the earth below Ooh no, Your voice wasn't in a bush burning No, Your voice wasn't in a rushing wind It was still, it was small, it was hidden
gut Again on this one Not just a feelin', it's a reason And if there's ever been a time it's now I hear that still small voice inside I just believe
You will always be in His eyes, in His eyes Sometimes His voice comes calling Like rolling thunder or like driving rain And sometimes His voice is quiet