distracted By glints on the surface of life Confused by signal fires And lost desires Why is love so wrong for me? After All The story's told We'll all
we off the hook, doin way too much But it's the fast lane only, big dealin big ceiling All for the money, some kill some squeal All for the money, most
from gettin blasted I had enough I put a hit upon them bastards Boo-yaa! Turned a snitch into a casket Now they after me, prowling for a niggaz bucks
ask Take it all in stride, teacher talking physics And I just want to be fly What good is a degree when there's no jobs to apply? And fast food won't
the land to stop yer brain from bleeding And you need something special Yeah, you need something special all right You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track
led me straight to you And all I had to do Was look in my tracks And double back I turn around and look what I found All this time I've been running
ye, ye, yea. Woo, let's go! Come my lady, Come come my lady. I am the [?], You can't trade me. Hate me or love me I spit greatly. Fuckin up the track
right sound, Im used to coping under pressure You dig, you look, you skip tracks and skip back Take pieces of old music, mix match, and flip tracks After
the girl that I want (and I really wanna let you know) Forget 'bout all them other girls before (forget 'bout all them other girls before) Wanna get involved with you All
get rest Feelin' the cold breath, you're the opposite of ever last You never last! Pass 7 days of madness After my soul path The spiritual plane is weak, nigga you need to fast
the clubs, an' the jeeps an' the after hours Fools on the street wanna feel the funk Lookin for the 'skunk' that's what'cha want Ya betta, sit back and let the track
my steez willin to keep killin (what?) Fuck rap, a lot of y'all all is just acts Trust that - you rhyme all wack on rough tracks Bust and then we all
bite you I hurt your pride dawg and you know I don't like to But I will if I have to, with syllable after syllable I just slap you Killin' you fasta
The horses are coming so you better run Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father Run for your children and your sisters, and brothers Leave all
where the fly girls chill Through action at some freaks until one bitch got ill She started actin' stupid simply would not quit Called us all punk pussies said we all
and break on the rollin' tape Another album to make? Great Islam turn the bass kick up a bit Hype the snare, now I got a place to sit And ride the track
in fact He could have went to any college in the nation on his stats Who would have known that after practice, in the gym next to the track That he would
