I'm free!) Son you gotta just hit it hard You gotta do it right baby No bullshittin [Chorus:] (I'm free!) You free now, are you really? How free, since
I lie, when I can dramatize? ni**az fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized Simply by spittin I've been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious cause I'm
on with my broken heart and my absent God. And I have no faith but it's all I want to be loved and believe in my soul, in my soul, in my so-o-o-oul.
you are part of the math Cats think I'm delirious, but I'm so damn serious That's why I expose my soul to the globe, the world I'm trying to make it
before the end of the flick It's just me, besides I'm just a G With the O in the front, I know what you want Believe? I'm sucka-free this one (Joe) That
come over and get naked. But a stinky crevice took her to nothing, girl take the exit. [Hook - Krizz Kaliko] I'm a game She the game I'm a playa You
I be the yellow man, snatching on the other brand But on the other hand, light up the darkness I'm stir fried, nigga, yeah, I'm heartless My apartment
you even wanna come to a show You can see me while I'm rockin' and I'm kickin' down the door then Imma be up in the club doin' whatever I like Imma
my headphones soul is what I say to 'em The surreal boom of the budokan stadium Well, I'm floating on air when I'm daydreaming I quietly observe standing
and my absent God And I have no faith but it is all I want To be loved and believe in my soul In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
Had proof, it was only recognized by the intelligent Took the negative and positive, 'cause niggas got to live Said I got to get more than I'm given '
you are part of the math Cats think I'm delirious, but I'm so damn serious That's why I expose my soul to the globe, the world I'm tryin' to make it
Wolverine skeleton I be the yellow man, snatching on the other brand But on the other hand, light up the darkness I'm stir fried, nigga, yeah, I'm heartless
. Louis [Outro: Flavor Flav] But let tell you a little somethin man I'm tired of all these flatheads and all these coneheads You know what I'm sayin? I
I'm hustling for My name black thought The definition of raw I was born in South Philly On a cement floor I had nothing at all Had to knuckle and brawl They swore I
I'm gettin bummy So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin And countin my blessings And pray for the brotherman with an m-60 in his hand
again, now I got the glock wit me Just in case I feel like poppin' three You watchin' me, my bitches watchin' you And now your chances of survivin' are impossible See I'm
