Lessons to be learnt but who's going to teach Who's writing the rules, well I decree A day of tragedy when love is lost When a friend, when a friend is
Lessons to be learnt but who's going to teach Who's writing the rules, well I decree A day of tragedy when love is lost When a friend, when a friend
sound of the crowd roar for more To see the niggas that can't pay rush the door Wildin on the dance floor when they song come on Swinging they fists
Here's the cure for hip-hop, the medicine, so come and get it It's the medicine, this is how we swing it Suckers want noise, I advise them to bring
the beat to continue And proceed to give you more of what you like This message has been brought to you by the makers of The Way We Swing, and the Underground
York, my third eye glides with the view like a hawk Defined, my mind is automatic, rhymes are tragic Fount in the attic, lost you in Asia, Minor, find
' Not too much, South Africa isn't free yet I spoke to the kids from Brooklyn to T-Neck New Jersey, and they heard me while I cursed the White minority
'm at? What's my name? Somehow, somewhere, I got hit by a train And it ripped my legs off, uh, nothing but a minor coft You can't get me I swing from
psycho; I guess I'm a psycho [Hopsin:] Mom, Dad? I'm no longer the boy you're used to seeing I've changed a lot, plus I've grown to hate every human being My mood swings
's in your eyes Mm, Shanghai surprise Whatever you're saying, I want it anyway in Been hanging 'round like a kid at your back door (Ooh, babe) You could be kinder, and show me Asia minor
your lid Try and give a listen to the singer Hip or square, dig her wares When money's stiff, she's thrivin' on a riff She turns the major into minor
Satan arms Don that I am made 'em bow in the face of God Graveyard Shiftin', different day, the same thing The name ring then the chain swing and dames
swinging for the Big deal, so what I had to take that home run cut My life just don't make sense If I ain't swinging for the fence Swinging for the fence Swinging
nine to five To have a piece of land to farm It's great to be alive To have a car to drive And have your baby on your arm In spite of bills And other minor
dare start which you cannot finish So when we face, face the adversary No longer are we the minority And when history repeats her hour The pendulum will swing, swing
'll tell About a brave young primate, outer space knew him well He was born at the top of a big old tree Way back in 1953 He could swing through the
drum And now it's pandemonium You're crashing everywhere, it's like you're smashing china Skidding on an icy road You're major trouble since you were almost a minor
-oh-whoa-oh She's no minor threat She's no minor threat She's been bruised and bled Whoa-oh-whoa-oh She's no minor threat She's no minor threat She says
