no, some walk with no direction having no clue why they are here, that's not a school yard that's not a game, this is effort in it for the passion
been bald headed, so download that, ridin on a zambonie with my Daddy-K hat! Im the number one contender for a shot at the bible belt, I swam between
: Verse1 (Isam) It all begins with the early morn? prayer A humble peace to the angels on each of my shoulders Before I seize the sun, one kiss gon?
see all of you came out this morning Even though some of you just leave at one twelve Smellin like booty, and hennessee, come on Cabasille double shots
play et laisse toi aller D'ou que tu viennes et qui que tu sois Je te remercie puisque j'existes a travers toi Pas d'drop, one shot, si j'suis chanceuse
playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us. T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me. Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot
than oxen friend Accidents happen, I'm a phenomenon Lookin' at me is like staring at the ring too long You have seven days Witness one of the greatest efforts
Two individuals pulled from a lake Inside a vehicle, one had his foot on the break The windows was fully up and the doors was locked The news made the
bald headed so download that Ridin' on a zamboni in my Danny Kaye hat I'm the number one contender for a shot at the bible belt I swam between piranhas
With twelve angels guarding the gates Fashioned from one solid pearl on each side Then, from behind me, I could sense the presence Of one whose virtue shot
got shot The times I was committing crimes almost got caught by the police Man I think about car accidents that never happened I think about home boys I speak to one
Yo the year is 2002 It's the end of the jiggy era People on the planet Earth are tired In an effort to aid a great shipment millions of bodies incarnate
'm blowin' fakes away with my man Mos Def Of course Primo on the track Rock the streets no vest, so don't test 'Cause you could catch a bad one I turn
my thang I'm loving the way your legs go so far back Your one of those flexible girls I figure your daddy always said you was one of the best in this
attention it's the deal of the century We be mop tops, not hot shots that got lots Mock yachts, hit hot heads that cock glocks In soft spots, we beat the shot
to shoot me down But when I reached the summit, no one can hurt me anymore To this archers: I feel sorry for your futile efforts I'll still treat
Shots fired by hired thugs Public servants don't murder and maim Hiding behind their double standards targeting the victim with bullets and blame Providing
the blood-stream. Another Christ dies, jacked up by the state. Another glorious advance for civilisation. One small step for man. One giant step for
