to be the fat rat stacking cheese Armani khaki jeans where they used to be Lee's no ties with Master Lock but now speaking of keys Being seized overseas
and pillaged my city, and spread disease Feel the sword of the warrior's wrath, the path you take Can lead to the math that the master's break The clash
One: Erick Sermon Fresh is the word, when I display my rappin forte Quicker done than O.J., hey I freaks my shit, E the lyrical master Stress me out,
Unlock and open the door Be the healer or the faker The keys are in your hands Realize you are your own sole creator Of your own master plan Be the broken
behalf of me Cause I could flood the city with a staff of three I'm talkin me and two partners in that caprice With no copies made, I got the master keys
again, youknowhatimsaying? Illegal in the house, crumbsnatchers Snatching up all the crumbs, taking over I'm the original crumbsnatcher, making money master
swing ya chain for all the gangstas in the street that be doin they thang, Aye! [Jay-Z] Uh, more than a hustla I'm the definition of it Master chef,
, O Lord, they know not why they sweat me Biting's against the law in the place that I live So I lock up the door with the keys to my crib The call me
on my throne in this universe of fear royalty divides my soul -- in this role eye'm revered as the pinnacle -- lyrical master -- queen of disaster eye
bird. 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1 Bam was hot, planet rock Jordan was the man to stop Knowledge every chance I got Keys to the master
Bird+ .. [One.Be.Lo] I remember when Bam' was hot, Planet Rock, Jordan was the man to stop Knowledge every chance I got, keys to the master lock Deals
no fear - face the horned master. This is hell - the everblack spheres - they have opened. This is god's downfall - I have the keys - to inferno ungenesis
With four piercings on each side of her labia A little luggage lock connecting each one Prevents her girl from going astray Slut you think you've seen your master
ha ha ha Gotta laugh at that Bitch give me the ball I'm a pass it back Spit nothin but crack got bags of that When it come to rap I master that [CHORUS
for a friend, here Right by the X, my bad, here's a pen [Method Man] Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen My keys is missin', my trees is missin
: Lose your keys under the house, lose the button from your blouse, Lose the plastic diamond ring from the parade Lose the color in your lips, lose the
the infrared beam....BLAOW!!! [Wyclef - Chorus] For all you critics, sayin' "another remake!" (Another One Bites the Dust!) Yo, if you know the deal, this is the master
pump [Chorus] [x4] [Verse 2] How many 2 pacs and JZ's and Master P's can they conceive? Don't they know a few gloc's 380's and master keys will make
