could be in Narnia Every time my father disregarded an argument Wishin' I was sittin' on the moon, watchin' videos Wishin' I was livin' on the shoot
Milt bless the vibes, pro symbolize Built with the fives, my clique then amplified Sounds as we ease beneath the New York moon Pounds as we dip increase
There are laser beams shooting out my face I'm so tall... I'm riding an elephant straight through outer space I'm so tall... Got laser beams shooting out my face
fight club, outfit from Eddie Brock I'm goin for the kill, focused on a steady plot John Wilkes the Booth like when he dead aimed his nezzie shot You
Crunch time in the first quarter, from the worst slaughter Devil's poisonin' the birth water The earth daughter rest her head on my chest Through the struggle we cuddle under half-moon
force took flight Like one course of the night, search many source of life Light was, an overledge coming from the edge of the universe It passed the moon
gonna do about it? What you gonna do about it man? {*police sirens*} Bring it any day! [Killah Priest] This is madness, niggas runnin up the block, duckin shots
news about killah priest, ya know] I've found a star, [out here, right now it's madness, ] Where do we go from here, [things going on, word, shooting
didn't know that we be pissing on hoes, bitch Luke and Biggie straight shitting on hoes, bitch Lick your toes bitch, fuck no, you must be crazy Squirt in your face
, the rap slayer The hooker layer - motherfucker say your prayers Hail mary full of grace.. smack the bitch in the face; Take her gucci bag and the north face
Keep it raw Hey yo, The Bridge, keep rockin' We comin' through, bottles poppin' Allure, when your album droppin' The place is packed Many faces, there
-H-I-N-E My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea How dare you ever in your life walk past me Without acknowledgin' this man as G-O-D, I shot
Let's sing this lullaby Yeah, you could be my fast car Maybe be my Jaguar Baby, what you isn't are Make me see the moon and stars I wanna touch the moon
your limo tint I just want my twenty percent This is dedicated to the people that spoke too soon I think I'll stop shootin' you niggaz and shoot for the moon
was watching Sanford & Son workin the graveyard shift at a party before rollin a splif in behind the glass i see crackheads all night but tonight the moon
and richy boy fucks Ain't shit changed, bitch check us Detroit, southwest murderers die The greatest spectacle under the sky 5 cards came and made they mark From moon
wasn't so crazy this time Now I'm chillin in the back of car 49 Yes, rhyme grippin that metal They put a man on the moon, but can't do shit for the ghetto