me? In the mix mister hop Forward hop back, hop, hop, hop The second somebody dies somebody else is born People are celebrating while other people mourn Home may be home
] office getting my next assignment Walk in the Sony building, grab checks Stop in a Hilton, [unverified] On the back of my royalty statements My name is
other words, fuck dem other hoes And if a man, gon' be a man, are you really a woman Is this really what you want and is you sho'? Are you ready to be
This is a heartbeat, this is a part of me This is a heartbeat, this is a part of me This is a heartbeat, this is a part of me This is a heartbeat, this
of heaven But Kismet is the combination to my Karmageddon. Contemplation on my isolation - immolation by my desolation. I spiral down the cortex vortex - though to live this
s in the rear view mirror Tennessee's in bed And I'm drinking at the Blackjack table A cigarette is hanging from my lips My head is spinning round in
be seen with you I won't kill the way you do These walls are shaking Right now Be shot, we'll be starting fights So we can all end this all tonight We
?m glad that you?re alive I?m happy to see, my man you?re beatin? the odds And for this on this day we give thanks to the gods ?Cause everyone deserves
These gypsy feet keep changin' shoes And are you the one that I belong to? That'll be my saving grace And guide my way back home My path is like a
in a clogged toilet, in a public bathroom stall I'll rip you down, take a chunk of you home like the Berlin Wall This is the final call, for all the
inside Bang your head to this tune in your ride But didn't we have a good time? Destinations home, that's where we're going The drinks are gone and
the real good pine [3] - I'm going to vauco in my black seville I follow two my behind a truck with half a mil I make my first stop at my homeboys ranch
scratch these afterthoughts off my flesh and shed ghosts My head's close to your closet door. I've got the glass to my ear. My nose is in your business
memory My life is out of condition I've held it together myself the best I can I'll never feel this way again, again These are the lives we are measured
to lookin' at these bitches From a birds eye view My name is J-Ro from the Likwit Crew So what nigga is it you wanna do? My flow is metaphorical historically
my heart And this is you girl, you, yeah, you girl, yeah, yeah Feel you in my soul, it is my heart that you can know Look into your eyes are more than
because we all about the figures Figure than the ocean and we know for brawls In Southern California where the domes are bawl And then you can call who
games No foes who scorn my name Computerized machines of steel and rust Is this my home? - this is our home This desolate dome - this desolate dome I call