and see that its gone I hope you understand While it is in your hands These rules cant be broken I'll be on the warpath, Searching for your soul You
the for starters, flee the whole cartridge Your lady blew out the squad and the whole sausage (??), hittin donuts in a 6 Sip Coronas when we bendin the corner, brothers hit Urban
we got storytellers And we got awful MC's and corny motherfuckers We got everything you wanna hear Conscious to Back pack, Commercial to Gangsta R&B to Abstract, grunge to Rock
Bobby Been there, done that, smashed up Rockin' rhymes is my hobby. You're probably, like, what's he on Cause I rock it from the start, till the
podium talking The ceremonial offerings dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspinrg What?s happening? City governments are eternally napping Trapped in greedy covenants Causing urban collapse And bullets that scar souls
Hennesssy 80 proof Scared to death, playin the game of life.. Soul on Ice [Verse Two] I keep the afterparty swervin, {*inhale*} not quite like Michael Irvin Edumacating urban
destroy It's like I'm bringing war to your front door [Chamillionaire] Look how I lyrically assassinate a verse then I can get a hook shot like urban
girls say i look good but im better in person my waves are success yes i call it swag surfing my business so corporate but my style so urban never rock
Beat Street Breakdown, Raah! Hip Hop! Beat Street The king of the beat You see him rocking that beat from across the street And Huh Huh! Beat Street
starters, flee the whole cartridge Your lady blew out the squad and the whole sausage [Unverified] hitting donuts in a six Sip Coronas when we bendin? the corner, brothers hit Urban
my Cammo Standin' in back of me was my soul Thinking of the easiest way to get a bank roll Knowledge is urban-able, exhaust manifold A tar can of hos
, flee the whole cartridge Your lady blew out the squad and the whole sausage It's hitting donuts in a six Sip Coronas when we bendin' the corner, brothers hit Urban
High tech weapons everywhere We roll in the jungle In the middle of the field, they tumble Somebody gon' crumble after the rumble Urban souljah Head
's a gameplan Grind teeth, in a small timespan Population, real frustration - ready to bug No formation, it's really hard against streettugs So the blocks shock with rock
lot How could I forget ! damn the quota ! Contemplate all myriad possibilities Astral burdens selfquestioning 'Till infinity Lose one's leg Amputation's been bad For amputated souls
like rock-and-roll Call me what you like if you like rock-and-roll Don't call me if you listen to country Don't call me if you listen to modern soul
Devising secret plans on spitting atoms I verbalize Lust to bust Just as dangerous As watching Mt. Vesuvius erupt Corrupt a data disk From the super soul
to split atoms I verbalize, lust to bust, just as dangerous As watchin Mt. Vesuvias erupt Corrupt your data disk From the super soul powered slums
