me? I say, ?That's plain as day I hope you've got yours right anyway? I like when they talk really loud trying to tell you what they know Say, I like
us That's why they try to jam us But I hate jakes they mad cause I make papes I'm large like the Great Lakes, with drug spots in 8 states I'm chillin'
for a minute That was hot [Verse 4: Chuck D] Semen in a women From the men without hats Get your life split up like some Kit Kats I seem to be triple
and more shit Yeah Dunn, that sound righteous I feel stressed though -- so I just hop in my truck for a drive Bring my nine, cause that's how I stay alive As I
hard, man You sound like a dick on the record I feel bad, I'm a send you a bitch in a second While I hold it down, O.G. style, golden crown S.I.N.Y. bound
like a salad, keep a nigga from malace I'm movin things to the south A dog like me need a pussycat 'round the house, with a row bone Ain't nothin like
dy-no-mite It make you wanna be like the E Double, and not like Mike Yo, bust my acoustics, SWING! Deranged, when I rock the mic I feel strange Now back
I bet you thought I left you hangin" Yea yea, yeah "I bet you thought I left you hangin" Terror Squad again.. long overdue baby "I-I-I bet you thought I
notice To split seas like God and Moses Best believe He's watchin' motives Examine yourself then hand Him yourself He speaks life so I can breathe now Without
on three men - built like He-Men Her little-bitty twat got gallons of semen Fourteen niggaz in line ready to bang yo' pride-and-joy, I mean daddy's little
I'm tryin' to tell you kid, I'll break it down simply, right back to the freestiddyle. I'm bashin' --BREAKIN'-- I'll fry you like bacon. I don't smoke
the absolute exquisite It's like a blizzard, soon as I got home from ATL Looked into my baby's face, my boo was like ... "Well! I know your types of clientele! Thoughts, needs" As I
Can I get a level, can I get a cue? Can I get some volume, can I get some room? Can I break it down, yep, I think I can Can I be the man, my song's about
a minute That was hot. VERSE IV (Chuck D) Semen in a women From the men without hats Get your life split up like some Kit Kats I seem to be triple
up like Home Alone without the sitters So the first one steppin up will be the first one I'm gettin rid of While you fakin Al Capone, I make the hits
bed Which I even on death lying up many men May I be laid out clean May my beats fade me green May I lie I may obscene Maybe I Maybelline Don't paint
