'm still looking for something Something bright far from here Way over my head I want to arrive I can't do it Way over my head It's not a wrong way
m still looking for something Something bright far from here Way over my head I want to arrive I can't do it Way over my head It's not a wrong way Don
platinum nigga! Plaahahatinum.] Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this motherfucker My
hard to tame, junkies on the block shootin heron And 'cane in their vain, who's to blame? My generation, my generation.. My city incarcerated Wit
is lyrictricity in a dangerous voltage [Verse One: Texture] Aiyo, my closest, similar to power line voltage Using shock therapy when I decide to get open Touching my
to make up my bed, much less my mind so I'm a take another puff to my head, and press rewind I wish this car had cruise control, so I could rest my legs
bouncin' around in summers naked sun Naturally high when I breathe in the trees And I run full steam through mother natures lungs I'm rippin' and snippin
clean the sewers? Who'd mend my television? Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision? Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video? If there
Busta Rhyme anywhere, he was always on the go He used to live in Champtown, but moved to Slum Village In a city Motown that was run by Mike Millich Lived
bitch make me rich Shut the fuck up bitch and gobble a dick I had a bonified head demon Certain enough to get the head screamin' Damn, this head was screamin
my heart in a name-brand box with a handle A suitcase, briefwould be an over-exaggeration Many vandals have ravaged and torn at the toughest of my armored
see it for us [Sad Voice] My lifes a genesis, my minds the exodus of rap My heads the force to get ya clap My voice is the entrance thru the portal of
(feat. Nature, Noreaga) [Chorus] Haven't you heard platinum makes the amateurs swerve Nature, Noreaga like Magic & Bird call a timeout, make a quick
hands out [MJG] Whatsup with that? [Eightball] Smilin' in my fuckin' face, stabbin' me in my fuckin' back All up in my business, whatsup with my
and expect the worst The end is near and it's U-N-I verse... The one's that interfere wit nature Labeled you limited and underrate ya, His plans over
switched my flow game Changed my identity from sinner to no-name Introduced me to light Gave my soul flame Now its nothing but Gospel whenever I flow man From Philly to the mid-west right thurr My
My culture is natural, sactuated actually Degrees brought about by you and me Mind over matter shatters the evil Heads are dead if you live thorugh the needle Lords are nature
he do what he got to do Keep it real, I don't playa hate ya God my divine nature, sent at this time to stabilize the structure We should all live like
