figured I should get up, and quickly clear my head up Rosetta got a man, got me feelin kinda set up Now dude was really fed up, and yo he wouldn't let up
I die, Cause I refuse to be a slave while alive, I never followed orders, never took commands, Well catch me if you can, I'll be damned if I stand still
burner fast You swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin for? Get
lack aura [Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef] Twist the DAC up, them niggaz with math is back up Watch he act up, fifty-two block track we slap up Playground
no need to mention, the potency of a sting from a killa bee, kickin the battery out the back of them wisecracks Distorted for your get high you hijack
his sick premeditated, murder caper [Street Life] I walk with the Shaolin strut, burn a dutch Watch Street eat em up, cold crush, bumrush Spot rusher get touched backed up
fields mics collide like sword fights Get stabbed up by the swift technique of a Black Knight Who pierce strikes like vicious snakes, rhymes elevate Niggaz get
breaking out of this cage I'm standing up, I'ma face my demons I'm manning up, I'ma hold my ground I've had enough, now I'm so fed up Tryin' to put
I really wish I did There's a magic in her moves And bet you never knew Come on, stand here for a while She'll be standing into you I love it when you get
stro] [oooh aaah show ur g stro] [oooh aaah show ur g stro] [verse 1] ma get down to the drum when it come to the crack you know to where too get
skunked them up like marijuana Terminator of data and your rhymes is Sarah Conner You can't rip out, rap up, slip up, slap up Cause you're trapped up, to get capped up
gun, the trigger and the nigga behind it Just here to rewind it back to where time had begun I'm the King of the throne, I stood up to sing you a song to get
recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Green But hold up, Moet be tastin' like throw-up My mob roll up, dripped to death, whips rolled up Ya never
Stand up, stretch for the stars Get somebody else involved right next to ya Y'all elected me to keep it so fresh for ya Just cause I make it possible
shit I'm about to lift Like, a phylum lift up it's seed to sunlight I plug in the mic, draw like a gunfight I never use a cordless or stand applaudless
and then i got your ass standing before me, with a bag of barn floor like "tryin to smoke one up". mr. sesame fucking seed ass shut up u need punch, for
bottles back up to the store (i found two of em) that would get us bus money down there to get back we have to find some more (might as well get drunk
a soldier I snatch the mic With the blindedness Speed of the mantis Pray my things dont cross ya path For bigets Were in my favor The closer we stand