too far gone for competition Yet I'm never obnoxious with my obvious ambition Perfectly imperfect is my dimension's definition I engage my pen pierce the page so that it bleeds my
Charge, it surely ain't Charles but you ain't G-in hip-hop, cause it's ours "Gimme a pound, thank you man" -- Tim Dog (repeat 4X) It's sick you sick I'm sicker
I am supposed to do about it Keep your distance from it, don't pay no attention to me I got a disease I think that I'm sick But leave me be while my
'm sick and humble too It ain't over, it just feel like it crumble boo Now since you, shit I wanna rumble too Now if you're sick and tired, say it quick
's here for hip-hop Hi-hi-hip-hop This is my life, this is my life Hip-hop, until I die, until I die 'Cause this is my life, my life Hip-hop until I
, taught how to trick by the real gangsta crooks So I holds back what you took, I take my funk and my religion serious Sanctify y'all and leave y'all
sick and I'm so tired Of these clubs, I keep crying Every night, I wipe my eyes 'Cause these years pass me by I give up, I'm all in My whole life is
it never used to come that easy And I was just lying my way I don't no how I did it but I will carry on 'til I die I'm afraid it's all you getting is
days And my eyes remain wide awake Because more than my life's at steak So I ain't got time for blinkin' All the time I'm thinkin' If this ain't hell it
hit it It's the men of steel bangin' with the drum hit it 4 3 2 1 Shaq b real krs peter gunz (ice cube) 1 2 3 4 hit it It's the men of steel bangin'
, it's not worth All the pain (All the pain) All the agony (All the agony) All the horror (All the horror) All the tragedy (All the tragedy) Put your hands up people, it
, it sure does feel good My head is bouncin, cruisin through my neighborhood But this ain't pop though, R&B or disco Reggae or calypso, that's playin in my radio It
shouldn't take lyrics so serious, it might be confusing Trying to separate the truth from entertainment It's stupid ain't it? I get sick of trying to explain it
't stop at my station Hear all the mothers cry You, you are my heroin You, you are my heroin You, you are my heroin You keep saying, "Kick it, quit it
you bought my lence better im molin im in a boalin blessed tellin the world for all the wetness on knees had to get it of my heart cause its hard to breath
my skills are so phat, I pay my dues, I don't owe jack. You bite my style, I can spot it. Tryin' real hard to get it, you can forget it, because you
dig it in the physical We had to lounge, now I'm furious Fake hip-hoppers, can they do it in '95? I'm curious Cause my squad has sickness, crazy sickness