some concepts and grammar Of yourself, get a hold Next time you on stage, use primatine for some breath control (ha ha ha) but now don't let asthma be
a nine when they lacking divine Inspiration, running out of topics of conversation Well I drop it in the pocket because rock is my occupation I do it remarkably, spark up a
down smile We been doin it for a while, you can check my d-boy file I be fuckin 'em up like this man, I be killin 'em off like that Divin up in them hoes
By a brother attemptin' to open The graves, of these mentally dead slaves Who've been lost on a cross, for decades And centuries, lookin' for the liberty
resurrection of Fred Hampton You can tell by the way your shit swelled and lump up Whenever punks jump up They get down, for thinking they Bone creeping on a