not with remote clickin's or clips in the nine ya mind is fine with me brother ya chickens, you caint rhyme and punks react violently but bad
We in this together son your beef is mines Chorus Verse One: Prodigy Let me start from the beginning, at the top of the list KnowhatI'mean? Have a situation like this Another
with you the rest is up to you we had a date in your imagination a paradise of your own creation got caught up in sensation can't fight this bad temptation
show the way back home Lighter than a tuft of feathers, dancing with the rays of light Digging oceans with my fingers, patterns carved into the sky The creation
fuckin game, yo Bin toss em in the flame Like the infrared, of the words that I said Killin rapper niggaz dead, and I'm goin straigh to the head Another bad creation
that fake shit I get mad, leave 'em shooken up bad like when the quake hit I got a steezo that's raw, man Another brother provoked, and gun-smoked, now
bein' seriously brain dead Well the beat flows in and goes out the other ear What I hear that remains get straind like a sieve Soul the only survivor to live Makin' another bad creation
crazy Behold One more Blind Revolution Mad One more chance of a lifetime One more Blind Revolution Mad Mind in the gutter turned another boy bad Oh behold
" This might sound a little strange to you Well here's the reason I came to you We gotta put our heads together, and stop the violence 'Cause real bad
is always doing shit, destructive and I ruin shit You stepping, pack your weapon fucking with the Bad-N-Fluenz clique Fuck it, it's just another nigga
doctor. But you are a bad boy yardie and bad boy yardies are supposed to know how to get rid of bodies. I create the bodies. I don't erase the bodies.
Love is a positive vibration With love you find the good in a bad situation Everybody's gonna need a helping hand It don't really matter where you stand
Funk is my mother, George is my father Obsessed with creating another author Now I remember back when everything was On the One (Nah, they couldn't get
money's the root of all evil but I can't tell YouknowhatImean, pesos, francs, yens, cowrie shells, dollar bills Or is it the mindstate that's ill? Creating
me not, I'm just another average girl Curls in my head, and yeah I think I look good Should I be the one, to break the bad news? Snooze when I'm tired
there's another stiff in the bathroom Dead fucks all over the grass I'm a kick somebody in they dead ass Quick to make a left on Jefferson And I noticed there's another
the middle of his life He left his wife And ran off to be bad Boy, it was sad But he bought a new car Found a new bar And went under another name Created
'm going bad No luck I'm going Bad, bad, bad So rough I'm going Bad, bad, bad No church I'm going Bad, bad, bad Disperse I'm going Bad Feel me out now