this place So let's make this memory last, of this night that we've come to claim ours I promise I'll never forget, such a perfect night under the stars I
I drop in a 'tel And that's for every fuckin' time I'm droppin' a shell And that's for every fuckin' time I pop and you yell Mop you in hell, you motherfuckers
to prove that I love it That's why I'm bustin' I turned the page, wrote a turn of phrase, Verbal X-Rays, they say "I don't burn I blaze" Attach the piezoelectric
gold and thief out the scrolls and even the buried bones Some of the worst paparazzis I've ever seen and I ever known Put the worst on display so the
at my apartment and my sister and I mumbled and crossed ourselves when we dropped the curses in. And I thought of my husband, My husband and her, And I thought of me and
sky (Ribbon In The Sky!) To make Stevie Wonder and man it works, to say I come from down under (Come from down under!) The wiz kid got no ride You frontin
BANG and get it over with And then I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit I got a little boy to look after And if I died then my child would be a bastard
[GZA] Yo, too advanced, Digi' stance, made the CD enhanced I move with the speed and strength of ants Identical in form with the Beez they swarm Hold
play the hand I was dealt, I changed my cards I prayed to the skies and I changed my stars I went to the malls and I balled too hard 'Oh my god, is that
spectrum, sisters I need more then ever {Sisters I need more then ever} {Sisters I need more then ever} It's Run DMC touger then ever I got more then
designer Your girl felt mines, and pulled off her Calvin Kleins I saw Tampax, gonorrhea red stopsigns I looked at her and said, "Mmm.. put your panties back on" then
And what i saw make your head start wrigglin Three rip cripplin stoney senior citizens I live by the bud I take my clones everywhere i go because I'm paranoid I
And begin me for a taste She scoops shakes And takes it off In bed and wall And keeps a nigga dick straight standing tall I mean I played it so slick
and thief out the scrolls and even the buried bones Some of the worst paparazzis I've ever seen and I ever known Put the worst on display so the world
know the time Your crowd gets loud and you clock my rhyme The messiah's on fire and I'm living proof I'll quench your desire and raise your roof
floor I always tell my old man pops, I'm goin' out gunnin' Turn our asses into liquids, and we're off and runnin' Prepare for what's comin' and that'