school project? Yes. And it's a requirement. And it may sound easy, but nothing could be harder. It will test your head, and your mind, and your brain
project? Yes. And it's a requirement. And it may sound easy, but nothing could be harder. It will test your head, and your mind, and your brain too.
you like this sugar [Jamar: singing] Don't go changing, to try to please me [Puba: singing] Don't change the color of your hair! [all together] Your hair, your hair, your
Lazy Alley Mind Filled My Crazy Head With Crack Spooky Little Spinner So We Called Up The Jack Felt My Feet Dangling From The 27th Floor I Ain't No Tarin
birth Of our children, no time for sleepin Teach em to fight and win for the right reason It's your time, it's your life, live it Proud to be black, young
the fuck up 'Cause talkin' some shit about me will run your luck up Headbangers bang your head to wake the dead The red rum or is the rum red From a black
me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps Collectin' his scratch protection' his snap Use to always tell a nigga keep your mind on paper Bitches in your head you keep your
into your head Pardon the way I treat you Tell me bout your scar, did your momma beat you Nah man Fuck the mystery Duke tell me your history You're pissin
I said, "Punk, this a jack Empty your pockets and drop your keys" His girl screamed out, "Don't take his car, please" I said, "Bitch, get your ass out
Screamer, the soul redeemer Body steamer, head with lead cleaner The sweet dreamer, niggas bust caps with fully gats Put two in your hat and leave your
matter, I make niggas scatter, teeth start to chatter, your head I'm-a splatter. Arraigned. Breakin' to maintain and watchin' my name bring you pain. I'm standin' on your
The CSI guy might die when he starts describing ya I bomb ya with deep extreme new jack trauma Yet I'm calm enough to sleep between two black mambas Butt
my brain So who got the slaughter water, la la the brain killer I got five on it, four stick, to the first dealer With no screws left it's like my head
mix And you don't even know you're waiting for your rhyme fix But my mind sticks, my rhyme hits, your mind gets Amputated, cuz your style ain't even Hip
You was the only one with a mic in your hand claiming you rocked the shit Like a lunar eclipse, as soon as it clips to ya mind state that Jack rhymes great, black
Cheeks] These tight situations, life and death decisions Nine mills are livin dead is head or head collisions It's real in this battlefield violence being born Get your
talking] Ah yeah, we sending this one out From everybody I mean to everybody from the H-Town to the A-Town To worldwide so get your lighters, get your
find him down on Sesame Street with big birds Big pimpin', all dames is all game so fine with her beautiful mind, she all brain A head docter, get it
