power Contraction, you're not ready for action Two hundred rappers a day, I keep waxin and buffin cleanin polishin, every act up You wanna battle with me you must be cracked up
up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Fuck up my high All I wanna say
pothole of a junkie If he could only hear her sing, he wouldn't want to break her wings But emptiness has such a warm, subtle sting She makes up for what
in her ear I asked her, 'How you doing?' Where was it that I reside? and I told her Brooklyn Atmosphere filled with romance eyes her sparkling Just her
No-one hears her when her eyes are closed Did you get what you want Is your television keeping you happy? Guess you had it sussed out 'Cause you filled
breaking, the curtain is to drop You want her here but you never begged before If I could only scream and silence your voice I might achieve to wake you up
s in bloom, summer's in bloom Light her up, let her fill the room, speak no lie Summer's in bloom, summer's in bloom Light her up, let her fill the room
true Till he turned to a gun shooting gambler On account of a girl named Lou They fell in with evil companions The kind that are better off dead When a gambler insulted her picture He filled
true Till he turned to a gunshooting gambler on account of a girl named Lou They fell in with evil companions the kind they are better off dead When a gambler insulted her picture he filled
about the troubles of this month's sin Every girl washes out the month's bad times By flushing her cares out into her panty liners Tabasco sauce stings
a red apple on thorozine when you inhale Uhhhhh uhhhhhh uhhhhhh Another blunt filled with dust And another blunt filled And another blunt filled And another blunt filled
I get up early when the sleeping pill wakes me I take a wake up pill and fill with energy I power on hard and I check my messages But I don't have any
d'z McDonalds! So I pull up at da drive thru, They like to call it the McDrive, I'm waitin there for my food The lady comes I look in her eyes I yo,
put a nigga on Top do I beat him with a hammer show him that I'm not a hoe I fill out an application at Papa Deaux work my way up to manager and rob the
in a veil and just don?t forget to leave room for the tail Dress like a queen bee for her king And just don?t forget to leave room for the sting
sums up my past. I craved fulfillment, too shallow to know I could never be fully filled again. Here we are and it's open. I lay her down in the glow
of a re-up, its sumthin like a g-up M-C-A fingering that b-up or that c-up, fiends creep up with their flesh lookin beat up, and my tennis ball is stuffed