, All remind me once again: The Best Gift of All is JESUS His love knows no season or place You can see Him in the firelight Reflected on each face...
Sincerely, Uncle Tim, Gift of Gab, Supreme Lyrical. [Chorus: x3] Ya gotta keep growin', There's a purpose underneath it all, divine plan a scheme of all
have to sing to send these bitches into trances [Chorus x4: E-Swift] I give the party people what they like Somethin hype, to keep em rockin all night
dah Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah [4X] [Gift of Gab] His first single was a overnight success hit (success hit) And now he went from wearing rags to the best fits (best fits) All
hit 'em with the gift. Say "Bye bye" to them haters, haters. No more lies ? they can't fade us, fade us! Why they wanna test? Now you rockin' with the best
Cause almost anyone can relate to... Whoever's out of hand, I'm give him handles Light 'em up, blow 'em out like candles Or should I just let him melt? Then give him
'll do some'ing I'll make it through the striving and struggling, all the hustling and working my muscl'ing And conquering all the hate-ation, all faces
hear him rap? Isn?t that Funkoars? You can find us staggered in a cipher, Turning human traffic to a five car pile up, We leave them all for dead, I used
he's right on time He ain't goin force you to follow him when you hear his voice He leaves it all up to you, so you make the choice And I believe that
still walkin lipped him Snatch his top lip, pervent him from talkin strip him Duct tape him, gag him Can't tolerate the bitchin, drag him, behind the
when you out See where I'm from, it's the hardest motherfuckers come to party All shermed out, so what's this really all about? You gelled, cause this
t really dumb or nothin' All up on my jock lookin' for nuts for the lickin' Havin' such an ass, the nearest one I'm kissin' All up on my diznick and all
a trade And you more like Wade And I ain't playin' I'm more like Cuban Not the cigar, Mark, introduce him "It's the new" - [Beastie Boys] "Best rapper alive" - [Jay-Z x4
for every young black man 4-Tay, you know how it is, only God can judge [Verse 1: Rappin' 4-Tay] I ain't trying to make you feel all down and bitter
hood hate him, drew a vase of him Blaze 'em, he actin like Shallah raisin him This is hydrogen, son ain't live as him He like Maguyver, chin 4 spies with
