Songtexte:
Natas Wicket World Wide Com

out [Masta Mind] Kickin off that game Call timeout Young niggas gone find out Who's supportin the braids From underground And watch me climb out I'm all about that wicket

yo system, yo program won't run I'm fuckin up your chip, taking over your modem Deleting your files, your memories been erased And the wicket shit you

breather, wide receiver Tryin' to come up on 7, figures that is The harder you put your shit down the bigger it is This has been a demonstration for Natas

in Heaven It's no emergency whatsoever, so never apologetic It's hectic and devilish in the killin fields Gone take more than Michael Jackson to make the world

me [Esham] Who loves ya baby [x1] [Mastamind] N-o l-o-v-e life tryna scold me Pieces of my mind chopped like dime rocks from a whole key I keep the world

violen I mean, still high flyin, step away from dyin Souls try to call out, to friends they lyin [Interlude:] Fuck the world Did ya hear me? I said fuck the world