Ladies and gentlemen, It's good to meet again, It's good to get you in one place Don't think about your lies, left in the cold outside You have no name
[Music: M. Fabban / Nysrok, Intro by Richard K Szabo, Lyrics: Bard G. Eithun, April 2005] Strong in solitude Will, determination Ability to tear down
tough childhood never be the same Walked in my daddy's shoes No time to be a peaceful man had to shatter fools That's 'til I put my eyes on you God damn
: 50 Cent] Ya homie got clapped on, man I don't care The cops in my Nana crib, but I'm not there It is what it is dawg, man life's not fair Ya friends
man is talking to (Esoteric)] Yo, take that shit the fuck up outta there What I tell you bout makin? all that (no) Ya Tech? ya Tech Tech ya ass to bed god
ready me men don't need to coast the homie shows keep the gat close ? shove it down your throat, make you bite the iron man like you jackals bars of
is not the time nigga this is not the time nigga its time to ride its time to ride sometimes you have to keep it calm play it low bite your bottom lip
I can make a bigger splash than you!" Jimmy: "Oh yeah, give it a shot." [While jumping up and down on diving board] J.N.: "Can opener!" [Big splash] Jimmy: "Man
of Dragon Ball Z/Speed Racer gene splicing Mach force, blind the extorted style from the common dirty Destiny dream sighting, important as split the prints God
order For a ballad, corpse a dead man walkin You can lead a man to a city but that don't assure civility You can beat a man to death with Aesop Rock
sorry man) nickel? (Sorry man, I can't help you out dog) Quarter? Something man? (Yeah I only got enough for like cigarettes and shit man) Alright man
hare is beaten by the tortoise More like the bald eagle getting' scalped from within his fortress The higher purpose issues Put this in your headline news The hateful man
While I'm leavin niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French But it's all Olde English that I'm bringin from beneath Try to bite my style on wax and
hips at a balla pace Wanna see how sweet a balla taste You in a balla place [Andre Nickatina:] Man, I'm a semi-automatic, gotta get the cabbage It's worser than religion man
bout to spray up Warner Brothers for Styles Of Beyond Fuckin' with the boom-boom-click Get Busy Committee, yes that's my shit You'll feel the bark and the bite
tried to pull the batteries out the box Rapidly drop when they reacted in shocks They overloaded over-lord of the land, the mortal, the man Who's sorta
