for the boys [chorus] well he's headed to the Mad Dog where he's looking for a skinhead girl he'll take what he can it's the story of a man and the life
for the boys Well, he's headed to the mad dog Where he's looking for a skinhead girl He'll take what he can it's the story of a man And the life of
Traduzione: One Man Army. Big Time.
chop it down into dimes Then flip that bitch quicker than I can flip these rhymes Now I'm on two birds I'ma flip one more time An I'm on top done left
our way here we go We're gonna take over Set it off one last time Here we come again. We were strangers And we were pilgrims Role models of the family man
bottom of the cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one
breaking the barriers Space harrier filled with forties and pit terriers Ready to mangle, anybody crossing the line I saw the sign and ran with the army, lost in time
man The Dynospectrum out to that modern man From Atmosphere goes out to that modern man Word up this is the ode to the modern man It goes, like, one time for that modern man
records for the girls and shit So I ripped up the Kangol and threw it away I stole moves from KRS-One A little Big Daddy Cane and some DJ Run And then
s aight though I get swifter yo You know how I go Think big, ???? for a big prize Soon we'll have an enterprise, live like big guys For now hustling is
Music, deliver from within and it covers up everything Music, when the melody and rythm get the moving an unity Movin, one force one love one whole community
nothing (Release) Now come see grunting, I'm hunting For one emcees running I'm stomping my foot through your army They couldn't have stopped me with
duck us, Or like Hammer you can't touch us, These sap suckas, they wanna rain like me, See I ain't Method Man, but no one bring the pain like me, Now
cut hiss. she couldn't breathe, she couldn't speak as faceless vampires bled the rosy from her cheeks. scene one, enter junkyard j: the man with the
do it big Protected by Jesus, stand back, back Artillery shops so stacked up; I be waitin for a nigga to act up My ride down's a smooth one, these guns man
troops are lackin', troopin' Who was the man with the mini-mac In the back pack and buck at the westcoast, fire spit out of the 'Lac Yeah, I like that, one
