this is ours!! every couple of years, various sub-genres of punk achieve some modicum of mainstream success. and every couple of years, a seemingly endless parade of soundalikes and
and made us work all day and we couldn't have shit to say Broke up the families forever and to this day black folks can't stick together And it's odd..
not to come around here And you was found here, your death is now near I'm 'bout to put a bullet in his gut, catch him at the stop sign And dump em' in
'm lookin' Is he in Watts, Oakland, Philly or Brooklyn? It seems like he got the whole country behind him So it's sort of hard to find him But when I
. Nothing you do, nothing can be new. What is good? What is true? Seeking to serve not ourselves, never. The Lord is God, we will live forever. If you could ever find
and Pharoahe Moch, why we came what? We off the chain, plus we plottin on the chain, what? Know ya role, by the way tuck ya gold And you and your mic ?
in confusion and nobody's seen him since. And the moral of the story is bells do get out of tune... And you can find shit in a silver spoon...
me But try to run up and I'm leavin' you stunned Nobody will know who shot that punk Cause I'm gonna dump it and run Put him on the pave And hey, that
link, then pawn that link You froze up, Sahdeeq says "Shut the fuck up!" Punk niggas get gun-butt up and tied up [Busta Rhymes] Busta Rhymes is like
around here And you was found here Your death is now near I'm bout to put a bullet in his gut, catch him at the stop sign And dump em' in his nuts. Now
the dufus wit the lupus Yukmouth rhymes that leave him toothless My filled fly and filled groupless Observe the record, livin out my name Repid Study man and all his methods And
find some kind of peace where ya at, cause only peace here is tha gat And it only get worse when you poor and you black and the system is holding you
