Weep for yourself, my man You'll never be what is in your heart Weep, little lion man You're not as brave as you were at the start Rate yourself and
It's empty in the valley of your heart The sun, it rises slowly as you walk Away from all the fears and all the faults You've left behind The harvest
See them tumbling down Pledging their love to the ground Lonely but free I'll be found Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds Cares of the past
[Layzie] Now see I'm cockrrring up my nine I'm poprrring in the clip and cap And let you know what's really happening With that son of an assassin (son
All you two-bit psychiatrists Are giving you electroshock They said, they'd let you live at home with Mom and Dad Instead of mental hospitals But every
Pull up the vibes that you're playing Can you play some more, can you play some more? Lift it up, jock it up, pull it up, come again now Can you play
em go So we go, portfolio dolio Dodio doe, sons of the flow Portfolio dolio Dodio doe, sons of the flow Some say we're the sons of the preacher Some says we're the sons
Alright parents go head tuck the kids in, PG time is over This goes out to all the macks in the industry Huh, alright roll the tape (Yo, rest day ain'
People get ready for the heartbeat props (We're giving heartbeat props) Everybody get ready for the heartbeat props (We're giving heartbeat props) We
Now this trip's to let you know The Underground can flow We'll go toe-to-toe with any bro' that wants to go But those who go need to know that we're an
Shimmy, shimmy cocoa pop Shimmy, shimmy cocoa pop Shimmy, shimmy cocoa pop Shimmy, shimmy cocoa pop We, we chocolate cross over Yea, we chocolate cross
Funk is my mother, George is my father Obsessed with creating another author Now I remember back when everything was On the One (Nah, they couldn't get
Mmmm... New truth seekers from all walks of life Teachers should be unbiased on race, creed, sex, Economic background, age, and/or every other usually
(This is the instrumental version of "The DFLO Shuttle")
[Dr Cook] Ruth, send in the next patient [Chorus x4] Dodio-doe, there'll be no nose job Said dodio-doe, no nose job (smarter than that) [Baby DHumpty
'm gon' do something wrong If tunnel don't glow and the shuttle don't show Dolio-Flow, come take me home Around, around, around, around the sons of the
Then when you let it You asked for nothing Why don't you share it All of the time you live There's something out there Just wanna know, how far to live
your way Bear in mind that are born of Satan's power And finally let our dreams come true We are the sons of Satan We are the sons of war Brothers united