We are lost in the iron years Where time disappears before our very eyes And don't say there's a time and place For everyone who waits It's a load of
hose on a hydrant leak You know my shoe game is crazy as the Iron Sheik's Put a buzz in the streets, it ain't been high in weeks Months and years, grew
over Mummy's knocked up cause she wasn't watched over Knocked down by some clown when child support knocked No he's not around now how that sound to ya
cradle to the grave Within this open fire the hammer's coming down and starting up that fireworks of feeling, light and sound [CHORUS] All the years
s no room for pretenders Bystander pollyin worldwide with nine members Distributin, my verbal sharp shootin While I execute the deadliest moves with fine tunin Duel of the Iron
Mommy's knocked up cause she wasn't watched over Knocked down by some clown when child support knocked No he's not around - now how that sound to ya,
town, home of the western hero Frontier justice, dealt with the iron hand He wore a long coat to the ground He wore big boots that made a sound He wore
Projects, high-tech street intellect Let's connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check [Method Man] Ring around the underground, pocket full of sound
Time conquers innocence Pride takes a fall In knowledge lies wisdom That's all Everything changes Weather blows hot or cold Through alchemy iron turns
seed from bad sperm Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots You wanna think twice, I think not The Iron
I had no fancy clothes Skinny, ugly, notty head nigga crying with a snotty nose Even though my father neglect he pay the child support Hadn't seen him all these years
? A game? One hundred years short, know the soul is immortal Walk through many portals, and those who go astray will pay a judgment day, and these few years
you aint talking bout Rash we aint got nothing in common f-ck that and thats just common sense what the [Pusha T] Came in the game, 8 years prior 8 years
a bag and a breath away from dyin' Nigga I'm the epitomy of raw rhymes The epitomy of rap rock I make a block party, bop to the sounds of a hot glock
crotched over Mommy's knocked up 'Cause she wasn't Watched over Knocked down By some clown When child support knocked No he's not around Now how that Sound
I got my lil boy crying, and my grandmother dying, could you please stop fuckin with me? Listen here, I aint lookin for no tears, but my brother got a year
my little boy crying and my grandmother dying Could you please stop fucking with me Listen here I ain't looking for no tears but my brother got a year
the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown Brace yourself, it's about to go down Runnin one on one and only hip-hop bound Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone sound (It sound
