be another freed from the disease ocean sky and fire rage they give you what you need lives on paper separate the ink from all the blood shame on you
be another freed from the disease ocean sky and fire rage they give you what you need lives on paper separate the ink from all the blood shame on
I like those stylish clothes you wear I like the way the light hit the ice and glare And I can see you boo from way over there [Chorus] [Verse 2] Face and body front
trip in a body bag Uhh, boom you slipped up, now you're zipped up Yeah one more statistic, fronted and got ripped up No joke, you be yolk, no matter
my place (yeah) After she burn it up fore fucking up you face [Chorus] [Verse 3] [Pickelh] Now it's a got dame shame Pickelh What you did too that
to hanging with me and cracking up But he had no idea about my built up tolerance No idea about how manipulative I've become I would seruptitiously put it in front
may shoot me with your words you may cut me with your eyes and I'll rise I'll rise I'll rise out of the shacks of history's shame up from a past
name Mr. like you so I'm taking the Mr. from out in front of your name cause it's a Mr. like you that puts the rest of us to shame it's a Mr. like
to let it out tonight Wanna party, wanna dance, wanna be myself tonight, me bodied [Verse 2:] Mission five Skip to the front of the line Let me fix my hair up
,i wanna be myself tonight Dont you see my body,i want to let it out tomight Wanna party,wanna dance,wanna be myself tonight you got it Mission 5 step to the front
yo' weave, ladies. (Watch it while he check up on it!) Pat yo' weave, ladies. Pat, pat, pat yo' weave, ladies. (Watch it while he check up on it!) Ti
want to let it out tonight Wanna party, wanna dance, wanna be myself tonight, me bodied [Verse 2:] Mission five Skip to the front of the line Let me fix my hair up
impress niggaz who speak to God We get jams to make a tuna melt Held down by the BEP, we strictly, new getty Two-fifty up in front of the mic, so what
turn it don't Baby please don't turn the page [Verse 2] No don't give it up Try 2 believe what I'm seein in us Don't front Gurl You know I can possibly
front of me And when we're over and i know you gonna leave Yes it's hard for me to believe This could be the last time we do it Open up your smile and
listen cuz webby be rippin with grammatical precision adverbs an adjectives kickin all these damn vowels constanints till my enemy sweat his a hands howl sham wow salesmen beatin up you bitches cookin up
another moment will break my heart Too many tears Too many times Too many years I've cried for you It's always the same Wake up in the rain Head in pain Hung in shame
side to side Put em up high, lets ride because New York is back Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side Put em up high, lets ride because New York