niggaz off the face of the place Such a shame I had to go grab the calico Pass the dough before you find out what I had to blast you for Extreme laws
Rhymes givin you much more So... Yo y'all (y'all) one more time I come Knucklehead flow that make you act REAL DUMB Yo (yo), I burn your food like Florence Run
a talk bout!) {Look at that muffin! } A KILL DEM! {Look at that muffin! } {Look at that muffin! } (Dem a know seh we run this bloodclaat round here!) {
? Whatchu gonna do? Where you think you can run, or you can hide? Where you think you can run, or you can hide?!! Where you think you can run, or you
submarine hull I empty the ballast tanks I could smell the shit from the sea gulls My mind dives deep beneath yours Poseidon Trident Seahorse bubbles form I scream with extreme
genius of manipulation and extremely paranoid, Writhing in all its sickness. Weak and feeble minded, a substance turns into a way of life, You choose to run
living like a reclude but i'm ready to kill you fools new year new plan new fucking rules i'm back on the grind and i'm all about business damage control say they run
are you going to be doing come the time? Are you going to be the big man with the tommy-gun? Will you talk of freedom when the blood begins to run? Well
song. * We look for alternatives, But the enormous power of the media makes it so difficult To establish foundations. Their lies and distortions are so extreme
drop givin' a cop the finger My girlfriend is a rachet I cock the nina she serving niggaz for the raquet but she's not Serena Niggaz wanna run infront
Black and white boy Black and white boy You're so extreme You're so confused Color me in whatever mood I'm in I could be still in touch with you And
close to you I'ma show you how cats sleep, just like the most of you Come on! [Chorus] When it comes to spittin game I'm the best at that One extreme
Intro-spective sucking fool Underpaid redundancy Leave uncultured primal wake Endless fucking give n take Race, run, reason, hatred, handed down Raised run
If they got a sweet and some heat I got some weed and gon' blow I toat across the nation, like a ten year vacation My fuel tank is low but no I can't run
think a wack DJ needs to be nervous [Iriscience] Payin good money, the fans don't deserve this Choppin up your skills, your potential is worthless [Evidence] I go to...any extreme
I'm spitting Shots to the head of my victims Big deserts we grippin' to dry out, you in the desert is slippin' They go through extreme measures to get
If you know any freaks act like one of them Get crunk again, have fun again, dirty Err'body leave ya guns in the cars And err'body run right to the bar
this bottle full of yak I'm a sip it slow Singles double when triple beams takeover Now holla cause they impalas got extreme makeovers Couches covered