a joke Well I, I, I ain't no joke, I ain't no joke Well I, I, I ain't no joke, I ain't no joke Well I, I, I ain't no joke, I ain't no joke Well I, I, I
to Memphis on a midnight ride, I wanna move. Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Yeah! Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land, try'in' to get a hand, Playin' in a
that I need, the air that I breathe Into an audience that?s waiting and ecstatic to receive For the meantime another mean rhyme, I keep on sayin? it I
time Easy quarter? Not this time S T A T 60, baby S T A T 60, baby S T A T 60, baby S T A T 60 I'm going to pass this class, so you know
beat knock and the lyrics hot, son I can give a rat's ass where a rap is from I remember N.W.A. and PE Had me feelin' like a rapper was the thing to
, slash an' when I trash, I bash I get ill, I chill but you don't know the half I trip, I rip an' though I think I'm slick I'm nothin' but a funky country
state of the union address From a mile high smoking a joint on air force one If I was president I wouldn't lie or sneak around If I was president I
to win We've been through a lot, I said a lot we've been through A through versatile style, I'll begin to Fingers on my peeps 'cause I feel that's only
' you the record to a rubber, you ho You cat, I'm floatin' like the bomb-ass bud I won't go pop until I ain't no dug, yeah And I'm a nigga that's known
beat bump I'm your radio (Turn me on) State to state, we jumpin' through your soundwaves I'm your radio (Turn me on) I'm on your radio, stay gettin' crazy dough I
' in the dark I'm lurkin' near the workin' niggaz heart, c'mon Used to be a gambler when I was a scrambler Now I'm grand to her, Shorty back might damage
to Memphis on a midnight ride, I wanna move. Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Yeah! Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land, tryin' to get a hand, Playin' in a
still a bitch, livin' like I'm rich Bang broads call me Mr. International, ghetto stars Yo' I talk like a champion, walk like a champion Body like a God, and I
got our own beliefs O U T C A S T Outcast, Outcast Now we got you watchin? us, we?re Outcast, Outcast O U T C A S T Outcast, Outcast Now we got you watchin
With a shabby haircut, pants I wore for days Am I wrong for dat? C'mon bitch, am I wrong for dat? Yo, if I want a fat chick that keep her toes done When
what does it matter when you're out on the town Rock 'n' roll cities, with a pizza to go Rock 'n' roll cities, Philadelphia P.A I got my radio Promo for
believe So, I believe, yes I start to think, and then I sink Into the paper, like I was ink When I'm writing I'm trapped in between the line I escape