dots on top of that the whales know I'm quick watch out and I get funky fresh as for the fishes I'm lit luminous I'm not nouveau techno I glow like a
You're a spectacle Pushin for pedagogue lacin up paper weights walkin on stilts talking You touched the hand of God and I'm like What are all these evils
In the glow of the match Hard as steel And as soft as ash Oh no...Tell me are you really like a sparrow in a hurrican It's like lightning in a bottle Fish
Same old shit, just a different day out here tryna get it, each and every way momma need a house baby need some shoes times are getting hard guess what
the day And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin' And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin
Whoa! (watch ya self baby) (yeah, yeah) Yeah! this that one (ok) (comin through, comin through) Yeah! uh [Chorus: Mannie Fresh (Tateeze)] Chicken, fish
nigga with a divine mind I dedicate this to the wise. Dedicate it to dames Dividin myself into 100 ten times You can't deny the offerin's an offer Flows that glow
'n'B sh..(crocker!) [DOVE:] You mean Rhthym and Blues? [DE LA SOUL:] No! Rappin' Bullsh... [DOVE:] Connection A, click, what? My dick, chick I smack a fish
his dunjing of despair Who are all o' dem ZOMBIES Dat he fuckin' wit down dere? Are dey crazy? Are dey sainted? Are dey STAGE-KRAFF someone painted?
light, electric is the love. when the mako flies, (a giant fish) up from the bottom, in your eyes, then I know the twilight skies, are not so broken
together just like Santa's elves Baby, Culver me And I'll Culver you When the streets are shining with the smoggy dew When the lights are glowing with
no intentions of going to trial, I got the plea Now the cops got another young nigga off the streets He's coming back to fish for some more meat Puttin
but screaming where's my award Ballin out of control, never won an ESPY Bout to buy a black ghost and call that shit SP Glow outta this World, I'm coming
are hypocrisy Establish to use religious doctrines to commit annual robbery Christmas splitting half as Christ-mass The so-called birth of Jesus where every home as glowing
Thats What You Are, Baby Thats What You Are, Baby Thats What You Are, Baby Thats What You Are, Baby Thats What You Are, Baby Thats What You Are, Baby
froze your chin Should of stayed on dry land Stroke while you can Cause now you under pressure in the land of the damned Abandoned pirate ships Eels and sod scum Fish that glow
I rip mics, rap life make me attack like a pair fight Grab a flashlight, took on +Marauder+ in +Midnight+ Blackouts in summer, New York nights are red
all of the others My face would grace covers of the magazines of the hustlers Paper The likes of which that I have never seen Her eyes glow green with
