you dissolve I revolve Around everything you got From outta nowhere Prepare You be blinded by the glare I told you not to stare Now you're turned into stone
, plug 'em in Plug 'em in Plug 'em in, plug 'em in Come to spread it The world exclusive Check it From the underground producers Turn your face stone
in the steam Brought the engine clean, world ain't what it seems Slinky falls down the stairs, can't forget that Chase you wit a pink axe, bullets, you
was gonna love me, without a doubt I was sure that Tarantino would be callin' me on the phone Annie Leibovitz would shoot me for Rolling Stone But the
can By throwing rocks and hiding their hands You dig one ditch you better dig two For the trap you set just might be for you. Lord put it in my heart and you
world was gonna love me, without a doubt I was sure that Tarantino would be callin' me on the phone Annie Leibovitz would shoot me for Rolling Stone
one Believe in something because most of my homies believe in nothing And paying for it, God bless your souls, I'll be praying for it Eventually you'
those who do not." Me. The Chosen One? They chose me, and I didn't graduate from fuckin' high school. You'd better... You'd better... You'd better... You
it You even had the same type of childhood i did Sometimes i just want to know why is it that you surcame to yours And mine i survived it, you ran the
it made me appreciate you I've been through fire and birth stone Ised to be [unverified] not I cop the gem stone I remembered when you rushed me The time you said you
?mime? Bitch ain't lieing, so I thought you knew this Bitch this is how I do this You can call eight ball in the corner when you shootin pool But when you
e-mail to shoot ya Female Medusa (It Wasn't Me) like Shaggy Denaun (da nine) did it Like a fag was snitchin' on D-12 producer Give you a buck 50 this
your house if you dont get a raise you stay close to goin to work with the 12 days you see a new mullenium but feels like you in the stone age stressing
thinkin that a niggaplayamade didnt know I got a muthfuckin tight fade from that Flem, or was it that Joe, or was it that Judd you know how it go all
This shit would leave Rosetta stoned This man can single handedly save the culture You got no spark you need some lighter man you sammy sosa So get it right ok you
No lying, you niggaz see me comin' down the streets You'd think I was flyin', 12 cylinders Brooklyn is mine nigga, move over Yeah I'm talkin' to you fuckin
it out like a pencil Treat one like a stencil Just when you think you've got a grip on life That's when you let go where does it go? It's a race to the