sending robots back in time As we speak to kill my mother before I'm born, be warned You catch a high place cinchin, lucky you just the engine On a vision
fate The clock is ticking, baby, time won't hesitate This is the last chance, we got the last dance I'll know for sure if this is more than a romance Hey, Mr
an automatic transmission Which actually affect the gear change Uh huh, I'll give you an example This is an automobile with tight bands This is an automobile with loose bands Well, Mr
much money That we'd be sad to see the sun Mr. Wilczewski's brother had some business Out in Denver, so they left Denver Everybody knows they were the lucky
featuring backing vocals by The Halos. Single b/w "Mr. Moon, Mr. Cupid and I." Two decades later, British singer/songwriter Sting did an homage to this
You will be the lucky one Who will see the deadly one You will die on your knees By the hand of Mr. Freeze Will you see when the rest are blind Will
and gang bangers Where rap sangers low ride and talk about 'em colored bandannas Ducking from one time, California sunshine Projects and streets infested wit thugs that are doing major crimes Prime time
on the top so you drop Now I rock the parties non-stop Hickory dickory tickle me - stop Shyheim came to rock this spot Hands in the air as you dance to this
the buggy mon', with the rugby on Air Force Ones, looking like you Lucky Charms Lotta dudes, yelling out fuck me, uh? I'll blow this bitch dog, what
a pimp ass nigga, so I collect riches Don't spend my time trickin' with hoes Ain't supposed to hang with no snitches Now niggas down with this, or down
And as for us, we was different though. Things have gotten difficult Try to be Mr. perfect intercontinental, hold up You spend your time with your friends all the time And all that time
outspoken Make a record Mr. Gangster and get 'em all open With the theories, the stories, the truths, the myths Its all therapy, on top of turntable riffs This
Gza: what the fuck is that, hell's angels? *ol dirty singing in the background* [ahh mr. bobby steels, tony starks on line one for mr. bobby steels]
Hip-hop love this is and don't mind when I quiz your Involvements before the sun But clear your court 'cause this is a one-man sport And who's better for this
this pen let me jot this down and get this in when I'm gone I hope y'all respect me then let me jot this down and get this in when I'm dead and gone I
heart Now I'm tired of pretending And I'm sick of this every time love goes right There's no such thing As Mr. perfect There's no such thing As lucky
Maybe this time, I will be lucky Maybe this time she's gonna stay Maybe this time, for the first time Love won't wander away She's gonna hold me fast
cause she heard me rap I got no time for your little small talk All ya'll know Quipto play hardball On off all off, everything come in time Til then just