Criticism is nothing new. Especially coming from you. Every time I hear the words you spill. It brings about a brand new thrill. C?mon! I don?t think
In truth, I know that I could be something more substantial than this. They?re fading fast, the memories, they all begin to dim. All the hope and all
I give everything would you believe me? Or in anything? Every faithless lie that I have ever let slide goes in one ear and bleeds out through my eyes. I put up
I thought you knew what is best for me. I couldn?t be more wrong. Time?s still moving on. It pulls me. It consumes me. How can time heal us, and still
that it has I feel I?m coming undone.? As I wander out the door you ask what I?m fighting for, but today I?ll stay ?cause I?m locked up in this place
straight up out the water I'ma wreck the game 'til it say "Out of order" (uh-huh) Put the high score up, then tear the floor up On the world tour with
[Bliss:] Well I've been Running round this globe for a coupla spins now Grown from school days the outcast from the in crowd I keep my chin down as time
to just kill it when I write rhymes But how many murders can I commit in one life time? I never quit, I Remained on Chino, mentally, verbally, off the meat rack like Rocky
's the Grim Reaper that's when you think opportunity knocks Now battling Chino XL your ass get's flowed !??!?! Yo, yo, yo, hold up man, chill out, yo
off assumptions Shaking like a dancer clumping, beat you like a Crip or Blood that getting jumped in Straight out a dungeon, revenge I'm lusting, training like Rocky To fight the Russian, the shiny Chinese
drop Inner Citty Posse's got the bad rep Like my man on the cruches took a big step And I can't stand the neighborhood menace So I swell his chin like Rocky
law, ock That ain't somethin' that you wanna explore, ock Unless you want the army come and kick in your door, ock Unless you wanna end up bloody and wet Fuck China
I put it down like it's 300 pounds, SPOT ME I put it down the way Mr. T did the first time he fought Rocky I put it down like trap doors and slippery
back and open up your mind Now this type of rhyme was designed to keep writers above the line Cause I'll guide us above the swine, and keep the gate up
tub to the bed to the dresser to the wall Jump up in the morning and then we at it again Hit the block party with spoon in both hand Everybody stayed jamming and rocky rocky
Inner city posse's got the bad rep Like my man on the cruches took a big step And I can't stand the neighborhood menace So I swell his chin like rocky
Nest". Story of number one and his historic flight over cuckoo's nest. Here now, "One Flew Over Cuckoo's Nest". (He picks up what looks like a script
(bliss) Well i've been running round this globe for a coupla spins now grown from school days the outcast from the in crowd I keep my chin down as time
