every time When the wind blows, and the world turns, and the rain drops, and the baby cries and the bird flies, and the ground quake, and the stars
walk alone (Oh, but you'll survive) So I may as well ditch my dismay (Bombs away, bombs away) Circle me and the needle Moves gracefully back and forth If my heart
I'm a orangutan when the chain is off, nigga I set trip and I slowly blas With a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask Leavin', stains of blood on your
the naked eye, where them criminals Better have your eight essential vitamins and minerals The wu is comin' through you know the outcome Critical condition in your physical for injurin' The officer and gentleman who stack by the Benjamin Off a beat
feet now Headed to the sky, can't even see down Award shows, I poured my heart out And people still steady trynna point my flaws out And I'd be lying
all over the cash now that you're actually grass High kids taking and slipping away look at you tricking And sipping its clicking the trigger and so is
t give a fuck, bring the rock one time And I think we should all get down and busy Say the four word and you spinning 'til you're dizzy Niggas say who
the nonsense, terrorist, hidden bomb shit Glass and metal in every direction Innocent bystanders taught a very hard lesson I'm the reason there's no time to reach for that weapon and
few bombs Get busy, G, go on and take 'em to school Yeah, it's time spread the jewels I ask you about Malcolm and you tell me that he's wicked Farrakhan
Beat Street Breakdown, Raah! Hip Hop! Beat Street The king of the beat You see him rocking that beat from across the street And Huh Huh! Beat Street
boys gonna rock till the break How much can a planet take? We got the beat We got the beat We got the beat Right up to beat We stuck the beat We fuck the beat We got the beat We got the beat
I'm tryin' to catch the beat I'm tryin' to catch the beat I'm tryin' to catch the beat I'm tryin' to catch the beat Now, throw ya motherfuckin' hands
up in the air and go play wanna go play and stay here and love me everyday [CHORUS] [Bun B] now theres a stranger in my house and my bed fucking up my life and
the popcorn, dip for the chips And ego for your trip, some scripts for you to flip Corrections for mishaps, errors or mistakes Fly raps for beats and pop and
out [unverified] so grounded Beatin' up your soundman playa haters and players We give um' cold stares any last prayers Yo, yo, concrete techniques, bomb beats and
in my pocket but she stealin' it With our fingers interlock and as we walk down Exchange Street With our hearts pitter-pat to the same beat And then
fan on, chat about the session and slowly get in to some closet skeleton confessions. Thats when she made and offer that i could refuse and chills went up and