no puppets in the mix, just a bag of tricks Sticks and stone, may break your bones But rhymes and microphones be unloaded like a chrome Leave it alone or break
through it all ... Until the last teardrop falls My heart was fading fast Sinking like a stone in a well My luck was out of time I needed you to break the spell
. Man / son of man / buy the flame of ever-life (yours to breathe and Breath the pain of living): living be! Here am i! Roll the stone away from the dark
looking at you So tell me the truth Well, well he's got stories to tell He bites off more than he chews Well, well is he ringing your bell My heart is breaking
Cast your spell in the night Blackhearted woman mystifies Heart of stone cold as ice Play the cards roll the dice You're the devil in disguise I see the
with sign and Mars Destruction, what's your function, you roll with God "Attention" 2x [B-Real] The soul of the master's elements, disaster Breaking
the Devil's only friend Oh, and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in hell Could break that Satan's spell
I wore to school baby was tailor made Shot dice in the bathroom on my knees I'll roll across the break and break that ass with these Start hittin' jewel
[Byford/Dawson] Waaaahhh Cast your spell in the night Black hearted woman mystifies Heart of stone cold as ice Play the cards roll the dice You're the
ever-door. Man - son of man - buy the flame of ever-life (yours to breathe and breath the pain of living): living BE! Here am I! Roll the stone away
's a tactic, you call it psychology We are from the Pimp Clinic, we call it pimpology And we pimped on like them Rolling Stone makin' hits All up in the
the ever-door. Man - son of man - buy the flame of ever-life (yours to breathe and breath the pain of living): living BE! Here am I! Roll the stone
in the front Spell it right, M-I-S-T-E-R Ski Composin gangsta tracks with mister C since eighty-three You proberly heard me on Friday with Cube and Chris Tucker Blast, I break
sand Tearin microphone to strands with my bare hands Spit poems that hit domes and split chromosomes I break bones and bricks and sticks and stones When