Testi:
The Music The Walls Get Smaller

(Instrumental)

amphibian oblivion I'm livin' the life of ten men following a mannequin that leads you straight into a brick wall you shall fall like Berlin you believe

be president Tweedle dum or tweedle dumber? And who's gonna have the big Blockbuster box office This summer How 'bout we put up a wall Between the

Eh, cool! Nuff ah dem ah walla wiss Nuff ah dem ah wussie How you fi try dis Di rude boy posse Naw use no big woos Just ah small uzi Reach pon di ends

sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall How can I explain? Oh, it's so hard to get on And

sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall Oh, how can I explain ? It's so hard to get on And

the realm of time It's the first of its kind POET LAUREATE INFINITY!!! I WILL FOREVER BE THE ILLEST LYRICALLY!!! I procured a small piece of the treasure

letcha know, never do I use it Strictly the blueprint for the ghetto music in my cipher Shorty the sniper Jeep like Cherokee When I take aim handling wall to wall

until that day I beat down the hall monitor I used to use small binoculars to look at girls through this hole in the wall that led directly to the stalls