Cool?] Yo man, lemme tell you what happened to me the other night, right? I was at my man's house watching the basketball game... stepped outside to the store
a watch out you best a watch out for the automatic we got skills that be flippin like a acrobatic magic it gets cuz VooDoo isn't in me can't you send
the sun with no breeze My ability wouldn't allow me to go out willingly I'm a asset, not a liability Bitches be eye-fuckin, hope I die fuckin Why you
you crazy cause you quit, look at my clique lately You ain't fucking with' Budden, you ain't got no choice with Royce You don't wanna see the Crooked
, Grab the sand, Take his hands an cuff em, Spin around to freeze the clock, Take the hands of time an cuff em. Theres a storm commin that the weather man couldn't
I ain't living wealthy so I'm scheming a robbery black thick and suited up black chucks booted up if you see me creeping, don't test my rounds just
UPS, pack it up, shipping it Whether base or sniffing it, I got your fix The story's foretold like apocalypse It was me Michael T.T., handing out freebies
(feat. Raekwon The Chef) [Ghostface Killah] (Yo, Oh, Yo Rae... I can't feel my face My heart pounding and shit (audible heart) Paranoid as a motherfucker
drinkin Super vets in a super stretch Lincoln Thinkin bout the good ol' days of hip hop in its purest form before the eye of the storm I could give a
for Darryl and like Beretta wouldn't say Keep your eye on the barrel, a sparrow Don't do the crime if you can't do the time But I'm rollin so that's a
m quiet calm, write my greatest shit when the light gon' My hand fast like Ramadan when the night dawn I'm the physical of Tsunami, you a slight storm
nerve to talk to you Show you everything that we can do All I really need is one more chance Promise I won't let you down [Verse 1:] I seen you store
likes the Membrants, how I can from a distance to an instinct, resistance was 5 senses the quest from man repentance, while others cry to exercise my third eye
said I drink? I don't drink I guzzle till I'm distorted I'm known as the brain boggler No Listerine! I'm the alchahol burgalar Don't drink that, that ain't
time comin through Ain't been a minute yet Already, cats wanna eye-screw Plottin to pop you You don't know me duke The one that shoot You all mad cuz
they're speaking of you Not a cloud in the sky can shadow my love for The warmth of a friend in the eye of the storm And I don't know why I search for
Storm Da Ghetto Mutant:] The divine artificer, spitting vials of truth Burning the world lies, right before the eyes of the youth To save their soul (Metatron: What you mean, Storm
ain't living wealthy so I'm scheming a robbery black thick and suited up black chucks booted up if you see me creeping, don't test my rounds just give