this over rated dream Or so it seems This is not real, will not last, does not feel Like the touch of a glorious life This is the worst kind of wasted
members unpredicable niggaz get dropped, we call the shots, smashed on sumpthin pitifull they see us comin they clear the block, our faces unforgetable the world is a ghetto, and life is
her She got mad I leaned over, I'm mercin' her Said when I do dope wit' her The only time I flirt with her, not to be V.I but this is B.I Me and G.I
in the square outside) One man to heed us - Each girl, each boy One voice to lead us In a song of joy This is the hour This is our land (In the
to trial it ain't a game kid World premier, metal gear, fanfare, stand clear all jokes aside This is our year still here for real y'all, bare witness this is
bit of congratulations, Sick with the rhymes, splitting your minds, Feeling the good vibrations! Excitement, is in the different places I'm invited While you're writing. Is
in? Is it Buddah, Jehovah, or Jah, or Allah? Is it Jesus, is it God or is just yourself? Definitely not to be imposed, being a demon Because this is the joy
ain't a game kid. [Verse 4: (Rhyme Recca)] World premier, metal gear fanfare, stand clear all jokes aside, this is our year still here for real ya'll, bare witness this is
man at his most base Shall we point then and there say ''This is reality, this is his nature''? Oh, what makes the pain More real than the joy? Both
droppin' ya sword I got tattoos as well as lead marks To me fucking is kinda like racin' and I always get a head start My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC Just yesterday guns is
? Is it Budda, Jehovah, or Jah? Or Allah? Is it Jesus? Is it God? Or is just yourself? Definitely not to be imposed being a demon Because this is the joy
interact with listeners this is our contribution on the war against The whiteness is likeness a constitution of fatness Blackalicious jurassic more lytyrical madness Your mind is
and mercy It'll never drop who flop? Not me To Metropolis ain't no stoppin' this Ain't no poppin' this And all my ghetto children who be rockin' this
it Wrong, back this way Follow me now, head this way into this While I rap on through this for many germs Who never knew this switches, upside down
with listners this is our contribution on the war against The whiteness is likeness a constitution of fatness Blackalicious Jurassic more Latyrical madness Your mind is
She got mad I leaned over Im mercin' her Said when I do dirt wit her The only time I flirt with her Not to be V.I. But this is B.I. Bia Me and G.I.
is what I drink if it's not Crystail, being broke is not my style, I'm a paid man runnin this game like youngins in the rain man, this Blade's how you
know His grace and mercy it will never drop Who flop? (not me) To Metropolis, ain't stopping this, ain't no popping this, all my people, Who be rocking this
