[Mr. Q] Yeah, yeah. Check it out. Yo, yo, yo [CHORUS: Mr. Q] It's the connection It's the connection It's the connection It's the connect son It's the
[INTRO: Mikey Styles] Last night Booming in ya trunk, it's booming in ya trunk This is the sound when it's booming in ya trunk Booming in ya trunk,
[INTRO] So, what you saying god? What you saying? Downtown, anyways [Mikey Styles] See I was chilling downtown with my whole case crew Stopped at the
go because we're raking all your dough And we ripping all your show The jelly jelly's envy Basket Case rocks your party (party) The jelly jelly's envy Basket Case
[Mikey Styles] Yeah, as we in here. Sight some swishes, sight some dutches. You know what I'm saying. We about to start this. Hw we do. Making music
So better get your plantation You know about the operation Ghetto entertainer, artist, slash writer Mikey Styles, fuck what ya heard Coming through with my crew, Basket Case
me and my nigga Mikey Straight from the East, go no love for them wanna bes 'Cause we strickly, down for the real things here Basket Case, name of the
[Originally by Green Day] Do you have the time to listen to me whine About nothing and everything all at once? I am one of those melodramatic fools
Arachnids on the celing, rugged thumb tacks, bones and rusty pipes If you can squeeze between the bars Enjoy my space employ my waste In case the hand
curriculum activity You might see the Ak, with a baseball hat Won't see me on no field with no baseball bat In case some nigga head, got to get cracked Other
your melt down, street lobotomy Claustrophobia, locked in the pine box Now I lay me down to sleep, six feet deep Closed Casket, just another basket case
Roll, skreek! Roll, skreek! Roll, skreek! Sam with the showing scalp flat top, Particular about the point it made. Sam was a BASKET CASE! A hardened
Brand New For 2003 That Murderous Shit [Chorus] Murda Murda Murda, Kill Kill Kill I'm Q-Strange, they say I'm quite ill [Verse 1] I'm a basket case
I, I can't (But you must Rick) I can't, I can't manage (But you must Rick) Ah, shit Hoes ass kiss cause I'm like Jason, vision Releasin' me a basket case
follow your trail and gaffle you Never let me see you sweat or I'll smell your fear and capture you Still a basket case by Uncle Sam standards Appear
it really hits on the vein of me, This is the very meanin' of hate, The very reason I been commited and labeled a technical basket case, Please, I just
a bucket of piss For runnin' your lips, got the fifth stuck in your ribs Don't make me splash your lungs right in front of your kids I'm a basket case
felon I'mma basket case You 'bout to witness a dynasty like no other Who flow like Bleek, think, no other Who rhyme like Sigel, dog, no other It's Roc