condemned to walk this awful land. Deprived of human touch, we feast on tongue and human hand. My life's in shambles. My feet are shackled. I must escape
to walk this awful land. Deprived of human touch, we feast on tongue and human hand. My life's in shambles. My feet are shackled. I must escape this (
Yo Killa I don't think they readin my name right Cause it don't take a genius to see that i'm way nice I pop, pop, pop that thing When I rhyme call me
fuckin channel I burn a Coma candle When the flame fades, consider my flatline a soldier's sample We them cats talkin noise behind that New York trash
club ain't packed I'ma stomp the promoter If niggaz talk shit I'ma bang the competitor Words ain't accurate I'ma strangle the editor Then I blow up the
money) [screaming] [Hook] I'm the mailman, I'm the mailman I'm the mailman, sacks or stacks in my hand I'm the mailman, I'm the mailman I went from
cover if she talks any trash I'll flash my box cutters cause I'm rougher than any pimp you've had in your life hoe I talk soft, walk tall, carry a rifle
regardless whatever your bars is I don't give a fuck cause I be the hardest nigga [Hook:] Styles P: I'm T-H-E-H-R-D-E-S-T you don't wanna see SP Everyday I
and prepared to fight Then all of a sudden I seen the light The time was right, the time to rock 'Cause everybody knows, we're The New Kids On The Block
vans chillin on the block Shit, I don't do much, I just chill and relax alot I don't hustle, I just tax the block Shit, I don't do much, I just roll
When I do the game is mine, man I'm aimin high Niggas talk about guns don't be carryin none Every two hammers I cock I'm buryin one I'ma dress in all
the block, they like WHOA! Them young 'uns see the print of the glock be like WHOA! Everytime I'm spinning the block, they like WHOA! Bitches talk about "Can I go?" I
Aiwa, black or white, I fit in all stereotypes Search for a cast to plot, I make you a laughin' stock So shook, I could walk a half a block and feel the
plastic I don't have to recycle raps, like paper or plastic I got so many flows, I just might lose a few Saying a rhyme two times, what I choose to do
it or you don't, and I refuse to choose And candy blue's I cruise, cause if I snooze I lose And if I get out there bad, I just use my tools My mind and
me, really gotta trash talk Mistreat me, and send my squad back home Cuz I don't know loose to much Matter fact, I ain't never lost at all When I'm playin
sure shot? Shhhiiieeettt... [Busta Rhymes] I'm back in ya soul just like a minister I'm big like a movie, I'm on the screen and at the cinema While I
I'm on top of the throne nigga, you know I ain't sharin (get down!) Now you know; I wanna hear you say it (DO-DOH-DOHHHHH, DO-DOH-DOH) I wanna hear my