a brand new six-string Haggard and Hank, Sting and Springsteen Peelin' the paint, every chance I got Daddy said, "You're pretty good but it's tough out
It's mental trash so I'm pickin up the litter I ain't the one and I ain't, the nigger My people use this word each and every day You see a nigger, slap
Around the earth's soil From sea to sea Country to country 6 MC's bring the delicacies Now who's next up to bat I think it's Weapon X Get on
air with the pendulum's swing In deadly but delicate fashion. And every range of feeling is there in the dream And every logic's reeling in the force
, Cause since the year of 93 I've been known to eat, chew, sh_t, stew an Emcee. quite frankly, the day that you'll see me, is the same day you'll Dunk
been kidding myself, Working equations. It's a long walk in and there's no clear way home. Everything I was in constant change. I'm not the same. I'm not the same
there's something like Mister Mohammed Ali in his prime then I float like a butterfly and sting with the rhyme and the mic happens ring with the nine if it's
've ever known Has disappeared - in the motherfuckin thin air Like it's never even been there My joy left me y'all [Chorus] God's rain water flow through the same
Fresh out the pen, drop cars from Motor Trend Yes it's him, swinger, rings on every finger Ladies in the hallway sayin' "Sing for me singer", it's [Chorus] [U-God] It's
rooster's back Call Jadakiss, tell him that duke is back I'm still by your side, no matter who comes strapped Fuck Lloyd Banks, it ain't about who can rap It's
we lose ourselves to this and ignore that you don't even know my name, medicate. Come day, you'll say you cannot stay. What's more, I'll feel the same. It happens every
a brand new six-string Haggard and Hank, Sting and Springsteen, Peelin' the paint every chance I got. Daddy said "You're pretty good, but it's tough
will these blisters become targets of the scorpion king's sting? Because the poison invades the veins to the stages of Hume I'll take a rain check in the same
heart and that's a beautiful thing Like warm air flowin from a beautiful spring But that's sum wild shit to do to a king And maybe some day I'll get used
got the mind to stay strong, Lost my best friend on the same night I perform. (perform!) Reality'll sting, yeah! And it's comin' by the swarm, Get high
Columbine happens in the ghetto every day When the shit goes down y'all aint got nothing to say [Verse 1] He kicked the old lady's door in, threw her
9-1-1! {GET BACK!} [Lloyd Bank$ & (50Cent):] I'm hear talkin' to the street now That's only gonna - lead to bulletwounds and beatdown's, retreat clown
again. if you do this you'll never have a chance to try. It's the same sound same sting. The same collapse of every thing. It's the same size, same blade, the same