way out,way out) Wah oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh And there's No (way out,way out) Wah oh oh oh, oh oh And there's No (way out,way out) Wah oh oh oh, oh oh
ohh You Hardly ever listen Chorus: And there's No (way out,way out) Wah oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh And there's No (way out,way out) Wah oh oh oh, oh oh
cross a more tangible premise ?? it needs splinters all up in day-tripper visuals Take it easy man, fuck it I'll take it any way I can My palms are generous
funky, now, hit me Yaaah! Just hit me Just start to chase your dreams Up out your seats, make your body sway Socialize, get down, let your soul lead the way
hoes can't even just ride the dick And niggaz been houndin me I'll be out, they surroundin me but never is they clownin me And this ain't "Bangin on Wax
the wind Devotion to your idols Soon will overthrow the king Out of order Taming borders Tearing down the fences On and on and after all The century
sky on a morning beatific in its Indian summer breeze on the day that America fell to its knees after strutting around for a century without saying
New York hotel A stranger to a city That she used to know so well Bathing in a bathroom That is bathed in the first blue light Of the beginning of a century
Yeah, malcom forecasted this flood Are we really gonna sleep through another century While the rich profir off our blood? True, it may take some doing To see this
over Smoked out, drunk and plus fuckin' on the sofa In the Ghetto You jellow, heart full of yellow You thugged out, all bugged out And can't settle Word
[Too $hort: talking] Send a shout out to the homie Pac Know you out there somewhere right now writing rhymes man, laying tracks Straight love, you know
it'll fly like a kite In the night at a height right for flight Way out of sight, you bite, I recite My style is bright, still you're sellin out to white
m the Blastmaster KRS on the mic Watchin all these females rock their pants too tight Cos there's no other creative composition on display That give a full analysis and rock this way
m almost my way Just C-K These - punk-ass niggas this is C-M-G Your number one Crab killas (that's right) From the 4 to the Shaw even Century On Figueroa
