inside your heart I love the same Speak the truth to it all You feel the same Depression inside your heart You feel the same Fly up to the stars If you
riches By givin stitches, the life as a ghetto star When I grow up I wanna be like dem (and live my life as a ghetto star) When I grow up I wanna be
brains, I know your name And where you rest, I'll make a mess The holla tips'll hit ya chest, you cough up blood to EMS Come pick you up, You know you
villain, so it's tossed up We hum bangers at your drums, I'm the cage monk, what? My focus, on skunk, while my fam set it up Now I step off and erupt,
hotter bitches than you do I'm A-P and if you don't know the rest Then lift up your girls shirt and read it off her breast [Rise:] The rules zipped up
the back and make it cool ass Fash cause I be blastin' Wettin' niggas up and shit That pussy good so I'm a be all up in it, fuckin' it I dive in sluts
see some foot doctors Got your burnt chest popped up, but keep your guns cocked up Cuz all them cats that you knocked up and always gon' be locked up
Throwin up deuce at the first sign of a problem Weathermen filth nastiest black and blue braid and light base milk with lumps Bulked up for the last
is of voice cast getting pistol whipped electronic talents fold the realest television is the one that talks out loud to you when the plug is corroded out and they say productivity is up
ever heard since we was children My brain got built-in Pentium chips, my thoughts the fastest For Shakespearian actors: "Chino shall busteth your asseth, When I spithed acid
talk about - "Shut da fuck up" Stank hoopy bitches, and your bank account - "Shut da fuck up" A bunch of shit nobody care about - "Shut da fuck up" You
fly, So wont you shut me up and put that shit on over drive Hey bitch, Your make ups drippin off your face, o wait, thats the acid fryen my brain, and
of pain and drama Bloodstains and horror, here my voice out the Hell flames, I hollar I write with the pen of the reaper, stare in my eyes Look deeper
You got skills (Nigga you know I got skills) Then lets put our brains together and make some mills [Lil' James] I got skills like a coal mine lined up
I jot down notes and start to scribble I figured out the riddle; ain't shit wrong with you (??????)I take acid with pain tablets A strange habit but that shit keeps my brains
grow up, look Mom no cuts Just a stomach in disgust, and the fear that I might go nuts this year If I don't swell up I'll see you one my way One day
is rugged like burnt buildings in Harlem The Ol Dirty Bastard from the Temple of Shaolin Dirty to the brain like drops of acid rain Clang, clang, clang, rhymes pluckin at your brain
