Fuck your version of a world where no one's ugly and no one's old fuck your version of a beauty that sets the standards for all the runners up fuck your
with a fiery outline Ban and bomb y'all pastel poets belly up (I'll tell you what) Born stylin' 4 dimensions count em' ?Breed it take it to em' up,? run
been abolished. But If all of this could bring my love back to me... I'd do away with the drugs and the drink...and the body count could cease. I've
at midnight Dark and Night coincide, I stay inside and keep the lid tight Catch side of the morning that passes by through my window Another child is born
tribe is king Generations drowned in self-indulgence and deceit, mass suicide the liberating end New gods will be born and killed to live again, religion
for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again Ain't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10 Born in the
wit gangs in the back of the ' jects where the killin' In Park Ave. where young Chris body found A number is all to add to task body count Watch it boy
this vampire The disco beat was his desire Transylvania's where he made home Until one day he decided to roam And then out of the crib he did crawl Count
slugs will I ever sell ya A man I am, in the body of a youth So don't play me like I'm Born Universe Truth Truth So when I knock at your hearts, let
fun of distance Lucky that I love a foreign land for The lucky fact of your existence Baby I would climb the Andes solely To count the freckles on your body
it's like Merrill Lynch I'm on that bullshit Real spit, money come first, and even worse You need all your toes & fingers to count up what I'm worth,
I done put a thousand miles on my body [Rick Ross Talking] Born to win Look around From the projects to the penthouse Our vision never changed, we self made Count
a Smith & Wesson And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again Ain't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10 Born in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya A straight
lines, echoes at the end [Verse Two: Nas] I woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty years of blessing The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I
, echoes at the end] [Verse Two: Nas] I woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty years of blessing The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I'm fresh
had a band, we wrote some songs, we got along famously But missing puzzle pieces made the puzzle wrong and incomplete As time went on the body count was
1983 DJ Jam Master Jay Inside the place with all the bass He leaves without a trace And he came here tonight to get on your case And we are.. the krush groovin, the body
