awake That night I kept you overhead this sinking feeling won't subside But you've yet to keep in mind That I could be the best thing for your head . And you you know you
together The man upstairs call your number, thug in peace forever Staying in mash mode, cause you made it fa sho Legend in your own time, make the music
getting wider, He got you so don?t you jerk! The religion is just a way to get your soul, It?s a power to keep your mind in obedience You believe
my faith gone? And why am I still here, hating every breath you take, every step you take, and every move you make? And just wishing that you'd take your
Back in back in the days" "You gots to chill.." "Back in back in the days" "South Bronx" "The Bri to The Bridge" 'South Bronx" "Back in back in the days
course I remember you man, uh, how you been man? How you doin man? You played yourself They told me that you tried to pick a fight with your own DJ You
back and watch your life pass you by Like an eagle through the sky Take back your life through your minds eye Can I get you high, can I get you high,
beat adversity off with a stick, Travel a trail of grass roots and cross the seas blue, A road that touches the souls of those who walk in these shoes, With
mine Music is yours, and you can feel it on tours From trains to bus rides, down south to up north May the force be with you see this with three fistfulls
's best for your health, that you don't forget that I sneak from the back, rat-a-tat-tat Then creep away like any normal ally cat Your critics is wack, and let them know that you
And can't no other MC cook these delicacies Just me and you, your momma and your cousin too A bunch of Outkasts, man it must be in The Roots R double
mostly dosey, I roll mostly dololy I'll leave you wholy, holy, you'll say "Holy Moly" Here come the coroner get 'em, play "Rolly Poley" I'll tell you
the hood you got the wrong one You all soft with no thought all talk You in the wrong sport In a golf cart talkin bout you hardcore With that bullshit
Tools you had Ohh little wifey had it all with a fat ass What you wanna eat boo? The rents due Niggas wanna get you You need to put a laser on your shit
[Talking] Yeaa...Yu know being from Viginia (haha) i gotta go back to my roots the whole Go-Go thang... BC wats up (haha) Virginia you already know how
you say ma You've been keeping it 100 up to this far So what you wanna do I'm tryna give it but I'm losing my cool (for you) 'cause shorty got me throwed
inn Fortified with fortitude and gin Mr Alexander, for a shilling Would thus record your song, if you were willing Would thus record your song, if you
got you pumped Will get your dumb ass dumped Was you scared when you were stared at If you were bitch, then get at us when you were mad at By the way