Have I become a recluse? What is it that other people do that doesn't leave a bruise? He's smirking under his skin Our divide is steel but paper thin,
Find a camera recluse What is it that other people do that doesn't leave a bruise? Its lurking under my skin uninvited Silver paper thin i'm breaking
Prepare yourself When I relax with thoughts, then my brain hovers New York, my third eye glides with the view like a hawk Defined, my mind is automatic
, who got more style, the son do Check, one, two [Verse 1] Yo I'm hot like 95 Fahrenheit On a summer night, tight spot where bodies rot Rats drink from
sure the shock stops all you Knock ya lox off and chop your watch off you Lurking in the back like a crook in the black of the bushes With the rats, with
own brother face his back Give love and take it back Good grief man this world is quite heavy on my aching back Cops killing for crack you know the story snakes eat rats
is so crafty No laughter, I do that after I get the dough bastards I get the dough faster, what if I flowed faster Like... oh Nancy the flow's plastic, automatic
the hood rats then pop models} (uh-huh) believe that {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models}
Caught with the same aim Brain games and names changed To protect the innocent by-stander Lies, slander and the master-planner Destroy the black male Crack jail and semi-automatic
Prepare yourself When I relax with thoughts, then my brain Hovers New York, my third eye glides with the view like a hawk Defined, my mind is automatic
that bone from the ghetto, to cars and homes Laced out, Jesus piece, ice the face out My niggaz on the run they place out Flee fiends with the cake mouth Automatic
I hang wit pullers of automatic triggers and gold diggers My mob?s full of go getters go live or die by the cold niggas Wit drama bringers ear ringers
Step right up and listen, welcome to the show Sign on the X to sell your soul It's so automatic, hocking broken plastic Royalties you'll never know Rotting
put this here..." Ernie: "Hi there, Bert. What's that machine you're working on?" Bert: "Oh hi, Ernie. This is my latest invention, my automatic "R
he aint what he say, n everybody gon rats Just rat, and catch your little body all rats Matter'fact, I dont hang out with no lobby for rats (Nah) The
neighborhood Whether it's Peruvian or Ghetto D Won't you bust down a kid and sell a ounce for me? I'm from the ghetto so the hood rats gettin' propers