the choice? Who is admitted? Who is denied? Who can discern, filled with human error? Elusive answers stay just one step ahead Useless effort always one step ahead Think about it
the choice who is admitted, who is denied who can discern filled with human error elusive answers stay just one step ahead useless effort, always one step ahead Think about it
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gettin' back to a has-been? Yeah, I said it, has-been Hang it up, flatscreen (Haha) Plasma Hey Nicki, hey Nicki, asthma I got the pumps, it ain't got
it keeps the audience curious These fantasies is nothin but your fantasies It might cause casualties Hollywood is not your neighborhood And if it is,
ho? One more time say, ?Ho ho, ho ho? Now scream It's hot y'all, you don?t stop y'all I keep on till the break of dawn It's like a little boy blue blowing
on the boards Coming at you for the 98 And it won't stop Check It [Mr. Shadow] It is I the unfadable lyricist Bringin mad hits for that ass One way
wit the force My techniques ugly Dirty like rugby Drop jewels like yoda my young students love me All rappers are under not one of them above me (I rip it
did it (God did it) God did it (God did it) God did it (God did it) God did it (God did it) Don't believe yourself (God did it) Like your grateful
, that's it, that's the last straw You've tried so many times and I haven't declared war I'm sick of your foolish attack, devil Step back I'm on a one
s get into it. Get stupid. Get it started, get it started, get it started. Let's get it started (ha), let's get it started in here. Let's get it started
tryin to eat [Chorus] [AZ - speaking over Chorus] You know! Not a soul baby! It's all for y'all now [Verse 2 - AZ] But it seems, y'all would rather
Everlast pounds songs like a thunderin' cloud It's not rock and roll, it's hip hop music It's got a lot of soul if you learn how to use it Well, I'm
euthanasia. Youth in America... There's a sick little suicide in all that we do. There's a sick little suicide in all that we do... you decide, which one
you can hum along, come on! [Chorus: 2X] Shotgun, the raw one We the hot sauce on y'alls tongue We don't stop till it's all done So turn it up till the
y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all 'Cause when I'm sure there
