Livin' in a test routine And again, and again, and again I sit and watch your face on screen In my head, in my head, in my head I try to see you as a
Just checkin' my microphone once as I test your audio Increase the bass response hopin' the speakers blow I got no time to sit and flip and pop bullshit
shared Unaware I just did what I always do Everyday the same routine before I skate off to school But who knew that this day wasn't like the rest Instead of takin' the test
won't go that route, it is not my life I'm a baller you a dick, you need to get it right Stuck in my ways now why you testing me Need to stop stressing
fight me, I'm sorry that I'm just so fucking exciting, steadily courdial like this killa 'posed to and I wish you would really try to come get test me
bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground now This seemingly routine investigation Had become a horrible nightmare Running with gats and bats, so nigga don't test
nuh see boss deh bout True and when mi a talk yuh fi shut yuh mouth Look, any bwoy waan test blast out pop coppa shot yuh should a tek anodda ras rout
but I don't have to show my ass Pass the rest, like a test, if you slip then you'll get ripped with your handicapped pass route, and Tales From the
if I seem a little mean to you This ain't savage you ain't never seen the brew You wanna get graphic we can go the scenic route You couldn't make a belemic
tryin' to stop the crime rate I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers then you can tell From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals
Bright moments Bright moments always come back vivid The fifth great was epic citywide test pressure The pre-crack era Mr Schollmen, what a prick Attitude
[Bun B - Verse 1] Now when it come to making money Ia??m a printing press When it come to being Trill Ia??m a litmus test I run it like a fitness test
[Bun B - Verse 1] Now when it come to making money I'm a printing press When it come to being Trill I'm a litmus test I run it like a fitness test And
, let's ride Eamon, yeah, ya know what I'm sayin, let's ride, Lo Rida, come on I take routes to ease my life and There's no doubt I test my life, still
Another chapter, before when I have to trap ya Map your whole path out, go get your crowd so we can clap out I drive down streets and take back route
off into the limo, and head for the jam Charlie cracks all the knuckles, on both of his hands And when we pull up to the show, the routine is unrehearsed
test Look around, look around, punk police Me hafta blast back 'cause de blast is best Yo I was schemin' and fiendin' for loots and took the crooked route
