Did he sweep you off your feet? Did he bring you to your knees? Did he kiss just like you dreamed? And do you still taste the way you seem? Does he know
the ground I would have thought you got the picture From the first time around I said I ain't gonna pay my money To hear the same old sound This is the sound
Dissolve your body today There's a sun in the sky. We're in the atmosphere Throw yourself in the sea There's nothing solid down here Mind/body/light/sound
a Saab with a black ragtop Come to find out Curt's workin' for the cops He told Stan there's a job that's open Makin' it all sound good, just hopin he
(feat. Black Rob) [G-Dep Talking] Come here man, You lookin for beef [smacking sound] Get the fuck over, yea You thought I wasn't, yea hehehehe Yea
the right way like Johnny Gill, feel A playa tryin' to put it down on the town Even though all the hatas being around I still clown With the sound that
drink 2 drinks 3 drinks 4 she had eyes that i couldn't ignore chatted her up out on the dance floor she was out of cigarettes so i walked her to the store
takes a bite a piece of paper makes him proud the silence of success has gotta seem so loud his future in a uniform he's just another number in the eye of the storm
sorry, just hoping you'd join me For words and a drink by the lake Maybe just settle this once and for all Maybe just give this poor head a break Might sound
minute, did it again Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon While this cops bragging about the nigga he's jackin I see no justice All I see is niggas dying fast The sound
God Smell of sulphur hot on the wind Left by the goatriders horde The thundering roar of the cloven hoof The goatriders horse descends with the storm
can watch you get killed in the street The only one sayin that you skilled and unique is the priest at your eulogy, startin to weep I sound ill to a
fine But taping it is assinine Then releasing it? That's an ego trip Get off your own dick, that's some ego shit (fuck outta here) Revolution ain't them beats you record Sounding
god of war? Man I'm a connoisseur A piece of love in my life is more foreign than your corner store Lump you, dump you, straight to the waters floor Pump
was me and the Ghostface Army fatigued down, busting rounds at you clowns I'm Kool like Moe Dee, so "how the fuck you like me now? " My underground sound
guess that's life you see a new side from the norm a new direction and meaning to the form and the calm in the eye of a storm, yo Show me a desert that
like 311 fuckin' up competition cause there really is none steppin' on your game from the first floor up tore up electricity we store it up Can't nobody
Chorus] [Verse Two] Off the head to head, born to dead Arm Leg Leg Arm back to Head Hmm, infrared, telescopic Audio'll transmit fiberoptics The speed of sound