Take nothing less, not even second best And do not obey, you must have your say You can pass the test Move on up, move on up, move on up.......
on intelligence And changing like them elements If you was up to my level I'd probably wail all on ya But you ain't bitch you bumb time don't tell on
the anxious and angry The gloom moves into oxygen, consumed to keep me lost within A mushroom cloud of toxins deposited to leave the prophets doomed There I sat on
messes with shore the criss on that craw Climb on a couch chick off the criss in New York I don't pop till a spend my pist on that boy But i do it again