name, I'm on a different plane like herve villachez Getting the people hyped like monday night at the improv Dive in ricki's lake plus I rush like limbaugh
em out _then check em in And stand firm hold my nuts waitin on your second wind The nine shot, punch you in your naval and rip your spine out Talkin
my drawers, and pulled out my strap Motherfucker got out of place, I had to chop him Reached into my d-da-da-das and pulled out my strap, check it out
the sound from our records Check out the beat and the style I'm usin It's total chaos.. no mass confusion [parrish smith] Last rhyme was for e, this one
lyrics that be hotter than sex and candlewax And one-dimensional MC's can't handle that While the world's revolvin, on it's axis I come with mad love and plus
mine a case of wine baby stop wasting time, so take a flight cause I'm only in town for one more night Last night, I don't remember last night i said I'd never last
much pressure on a rapper Whose album comes out tomorrow comes out tomorrow [R] This was Da Night B4 My Shit Drop Are you one of those New Jack rappers
yo mama the drama - your old high school friends on the tube representin' Toronto. And doin' it right, pursuin his life. Disease to take flight when he caresses the mic. Sendin' this one out
shoulder One a pour a club soda, plus I like di flight controla Tell dem On top of the game I'll stay (Number one) Nobody cyaan out my flame (Champion
last night!) Was a long one I was on one, a strong one Smoke it 'til it's all done Last night! [opio] We out we out we out Forty miles over the speed
last, the dad and five sons/ they ran around the small apartment glowing with excitement/ papaa??s got a brand new bag and plus a gun/ the one he found
a bitch broke Did I mention that my momma was his number one hoe? Clunked the 40 on the flo' and placed his palm on the dash and wheezed out, "C'mon man
poor Understanding what's right, realizing what's wrong *(second time, the last line gets left out)* {Melachi The Nutcracker} Yo I salute the mic, when I take flight Plus
The next flight to JFK is tomorrow at 2 So peace , one love and may the memories be with you, onea?¦a?¦ (Malique's Chorus) This gon' be our last
the mad flows, then the rhymin' got hyper Plus I knew what they like-a, so I ripped it and rock it Frequencies in the pocket, one blast two blast Yes,
as ?ellequad? The new edition, is this the end of your last night? in the daytime, you couldn't see me with a flashlight I crash flights on sights of
Knock em out _then check em in And stand firm hold my nuts waitin on your second wind The nine shot, punch you in your naval and rip your spine out