in my keys to the kingdom, and lip-lock my body down. You are, you are, you are to me like a very, very wild thing. These are, these are to me like
pains Are plans .nigga fuck your plans [Chorus:] Bandits are leaders down In my old home Rooms are a [? ] In my old home Seditives of faith In my old home Rapers are
gat Rollin' real hard in a six-tre ('63) Motherfuckin' punk, step out my way And all you fools in the game, you silly-ass lames You can't fuck with me
Soul Train line. You wanna act crazy, go ahead and be wild. If you wanna rap, go ahead and freestyle. Graveyard shift, you just can't beat it. If you
peaceful streak, aight? Now if I punch you in your face I be raw Never catch me lounging in the ignorant section [repeated] I know you wanna step to
You can suck my dick" You don't like my choice of words "You can suck my dick" Think you could spit a better verse? "You can suck my dick" You think you
jet I'm impossible to beat like playing tic-tac-toe Celph Titled is famous for spitting ill rap flows Yo, me and apathy are like brothers since birth You
these are those who are supposed and intent To listen and sign and go, with the set tempo (scratching) but no! You talking like a big man but, you're
niggas* are jelly And pretend to be your friend and put one your belly And you can keep on yelling, the cops won't come You want beef, we got burgers
You heard the footsteps, heart beatin hard Are you gonna have to fight with a trainyard guard? You stepped out on some, yup let's start this Puffin out your chest like you
You're dead wrong, all in all should say the sale starts when A&R says go, you start with the dope verse and you're sold, now you're on clearance when
half of a planet You should feel that I'm sharp and a stabbin' you half-arsewhips Thinkin' you large right? But you aren't quite you half-pints I grasp
They like to stress a brotha out, man we cuss each other out But you crossin the line by puttin your hands on 'em And nobody ever told you not to hit
in your strut, more glide in your stride If you don't dig that you gotta hold your soul If you don't dig this mess, you came to the wrong address Because
shines and clip them coupons You a ?? lie to you open your brew on You slither out from under a rock and then present yourself for something you not But brother you
to say (Time for supper!) [knocks on door] Huh, what? (What are you doing in there?) 'ey, come on, mom! (Are you jacking off again?) Close the door!
wearin your shit in the projects, you're a fuckin bitch Knahmsayin Nas? You need to you need to you need to get a fuckin fireproof fuckin van that's how you
