get a Soul Clap? C'mon, c'mon I love hip-hop, not rock 'n' roll Yeah, I'm a Giant, and I got lots of soul I've been a Giant since I was a kid They always
Lighters, cell phones, whatever you got Put it up in the sky for the legendary J Dilla y'all Lights high! [Royce Da 5'9"] Uhh, you hoes can bring it, old
Erykah Badu Pair of Ferragamo shoes, I will stomp you I'm fucked up, like the relationship between Farrakhan and Jews I'm spankin this instrumental, like a wrinkly old
to get down and drown Remember that the members don't clown around I'm found downtown with rolls of cash My passion is smashing you disposable cats, I'm old
fight it I'm the misguided angel Touched by tradgedy I defy gravity Brutal cruel and dark So beautifulfy remarkable Angry Smirf Man I'll kill these giants
Verse One: Boldly go only to sew the block up,lock shit down, Mama told me you's the giant Pump out the nose cold,crimewave,host em, baratone throne
homos The exclamation of the phobic fury Executioner, a judge and jury The mob mentality, individuality was nowhere Dignity forgotten at the bottom of a dumb Old
me find out Pressure on you, you yell time out (Shaquille O'Neal) Sports illustrated hip-hop affiliated upgraded Killer rumors are being out-gated (Trigga) Giant
a lot, how could you not? I kid you not, I hit the spot, like I hit the weed Like a fiend hits the crystal rock I keep it old school like lockin' and
gonna like it a lot, how could you not? I kid you not, I hit the spot, like I hit the weed Like a fiend hits the crystal rock I keep it old school like
The lunatics see the lightning, they're screaming, yes It's raining blood, the streets are a bloody mess About once or twice a week though it thunder storms That's when giant
People caught up in the spirit of the night Just didn?t want to leave So I stepped inside the door And sat down by a little old lady in the back A man
I rap for all thug cliques bloods and crips Niggas who hate the cameras and loving the chips Caught in solitude old timers taught me how to move Fort
twists of the O'Jays One line from this'll have you leanin like roach spray Poison up on holstery, my boys in, this is our choice Brooklyn, Shaolin whylin in the Royces Old
double TT to the oh no where only few dare to go I spits game like a soldier tonk since I told you this Rap kingpin' giant, six year old vocalist You
and me, and I'm a bold point Cause that model that your twitter follows is my old joint (? maybe jawn?) Its the tip of the iceberg, and that's the whole point Young man, old
Searching for Mr Right Waiting up half the night Feeling like I'll be dead Before I'm old Teaching myself to be The Young Untold How can I hope to
me Gotta get away, away from Z Livin' on the edge of Z Space junk, laser bombs, ozone holes Better put up my umbrella Giant stacks blowin' smoke Politicrits