his defense The choir sung the songs that make us reminisce And durin' all the singing I broke down myself When I looked and seen the family that my partner left And
my format go to sleep as DDot and wake up as Rorschach I forged my own tracks, except I stroll where pavement on sidewalks come out all cracked and alI
silly love song could make me sick About a heart broke emo rocker and his messed up chick Are we so deaf dumb and blind we can't see the candlestick Burnin' down? Wakes
Who's the sissAY?" And even if they did wanna get bizzAY Freaky like MissAY and roll the weed up You would roll three blunts and fuck up three blunts
*phone number being dialed* *phone rings three times* [Biggie] Yo! [P. Dad] Yo Big wake up wake up baby [Biggie] Mmm, yo... [P. Dad] Yo Big wake yo' ass
"Who's the sissAY?" And even if they did wanna get bizzAY Freaky like MissAY and roll the weed up You would roll three blunts and fuck up three blunts
command the Mists of the Oracle, and the Great Eye of the Universe opens at my bidding. And yet, before I am placed before the final scrutiny of the Elders
with a dime Motherfucker [Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters; wake up and spit summers Ghetto nigga, puttin up Will Smith numbers Surrounded by 6's and
silly love song could make me sick About a heart broke emo rocker and his messed up chick Are we so deaf dumb and blind we can?t see the candlestick Burnin down Wakes
stage presence And backstage can't protect you from the rage of this teenage wonder Make you state your name break and serial number Before I put you under And
numbers to see if they matched Scared to death 'bout the first time, I knew it would hurt In your house, on your mother's couch, she was at work Dead
goin' on His son just woke up and he just walks in She panics and he gets his throat cut (Oh my God!) So now they both dead and you slash your own throat
innovative stuff and duplicate Casium trinity.. Cats are bitin me, all the hype and, big companies spend 8 million, videos recouped Your street team, retail hype and MTV and
You in God's hands now, keep a place for me kid Ain't nuttin changed -- still _Party and Bullshit_ We used to +Fuck R&B Bitches+ and see who rhyme sickest
float by Lookin' at you dead in the eye Time to wake the dead on up and ring the alarm I got you bitches shakin' and nervous with sweaty palms From the
was in a trance And my spirit was lifted from me And if only someone had the chance To witness what happened to me And I danced and I pranced and
a god be there now blown clear the human race what use is there of figures the wrote wordless statistic names and numbers now seem out of place a paper
mAY (me) she said "Who's the sissAY?" And even if they did wanna get bizzAY Freaky like MissAY and roll the weed up You would roll three blunts and fuck
