There's a reason I embrace this forever Now I've finally found the words you never thought you'd hear me say I wish you were less like a mirror Reflecting
people might call it hate, But I dont give a damn, a boss's life is how I make that bread, Toss the mic and Ill still be richer than rich and have your
me up for the carjack Under pressure, I gotta leave the gat Two straps, a total of sixteen caps Say something positive? No positivity More positivity, more
spent some time in michigan A twenty year vacation, after all he had a dime A dime is worth a lot more in detroit A dime in california, a twenty dollar
the secrets of the moon So soon you find a wife And though she sees your dreams go poorly Still she joins your story of a life Story of a life Story of a
with a choice who stand down a threat the size of Oklahoma City just to listen to a young woman's voice here's a toast to all the folks on death row
I built a fortress with a hundred thousand faces I'll keep it safe with a hundred thousand more But these masks are wearing thin as You draw me in I
eyes And he is on a horse a horse a horse With a train of smoke behind its hooves And I must say from my depths I have seen a story emerge from a cloud
for a change like Lyor Cohen thoughts start flowin when I hear a Def Jam I passed the torch from my right to my left hand I'm just a average joe with
world With dyed hair and predictable gestures. Nouveau wankers. There's a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand empty
wasn't in it for the money like a A-Rod Even when I'm spittin bout current events Its a sublime sayin 'Who's more current than him?' So I'm wonderin, if a
you pissed off So many say the game is contaminated, you niggas is animated Meaning you not real - fake nigga, you Pixar A short story, Toy Story 3,
call it hate But I don't give a damn, a bosses life is how I make that bread Toss the mic and I'll still be richer than rich And have yo' *** make my
, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah This is a story of a kid His name is Cisko Who made more money Than the Count of Monte Crisco He lived a
, he's a part time sucker Among thousands and thousands of very good MC's A poet will flow like the breeze Like the wind, air is all around us From what I hear, it's a
guarantee to sell a hundred mil before we die But jerry is broke, that's the situation Nine-seven, it's like no more eviction No more war milk, no more
Aiyyo, the platform, watch the stormtroopers swarm The Death Star's more than the devilish dawn It's where Evil an' The Force manifest their form It's
