can't wait a minute longer Gonna teach you the art of making sense There's a devil on the road There's a devil on the road There's a devil on the road
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the night again awake for the night again hanging ont he phone i cant wait a minute longer gonna teach you the art of making sense SOLO theres a
I used to cry but now I have to laugh because she's got that torment to a fine art smart like a foxy and craf-ty-as-a-cat i'm looking up as i'm lying
in too deep to sleep Through me, Muhammed will forever speak Greet brothers with handshakes in ghetto landscapes Where a man is determined by how much a man make
the taste I know you like it hard to the core That's what you ask for ??????? Hurtin like a ?? in that ass, like a ritual Conversation with the most high makes
'm resigned To say the first thing that comes to me mind Chisels off the chestnut Bonaparte How much for a broken heart Came for the money Staying for the art Now be a
truth be told I'll probably be just as rich and famous as Jay-Z Truthfully I wanna rhyme like common sense Next best thing I do a record with common sense
told I'll probably be just as rich and famous as jay-z Truthfully I wanna rhyme like common sense Next best thing I do a record with common sense Cause
to die You say it's a art, blame nothin' you say in your heart It's a freak mind game we play when we smart It's a sixth sense that real niggaz got Yo
know leave the scene Messier than canvas's by Jackson Pollock Throwing multicolored thoughts at a rapid pace I make a mess you dissect it and make sense
the scene messier than canvases by Jackson Pollock Throwing multi-colored thoughts at a rapid pace? I'll make a mess, you dissect it and make sense of
that paper, we ain't gonna play with you I know the broke feeling, tryin' to make a million while Popo watchin' me, my click'll make a killing 'Cause
your booty When you gonna grow up and be GOD? Instead of making a rap a full time job Yeah, it's a job and not an art They only rhyme to get money; cause
me. My bad boys follow me. Im a bad boy, obviously. Pop one at your ivy league. I dont have a rivalry. If so, you have a cosulty. Oops, I meant a casualty
What's blackened all of history Against us is the law With its immensity of strength and power Against us is the law Police know how to make a man A
all of history Against us is the law With its immensity of strength and power Against us is the law! Police know how to make a man A guilty or an
To a nuclear bomb and dropping them on Saddam Killing all the muses you use in almost all of your songs Except those songs about Slim the Hip-Hoppian God They make
