I once knew a guy who claimed that he could see All the evils in the world and their effect on me easy chair, remote control across the TV room Kept
Manimal hybrids be combination, then beatbox til the tastebuds on our tongues are smooth and shapeless Dodging thought police this patient zero the folk hero
Yeah, this is for the people This is street radio for unsung hero Ridin' in the Regal, tryin' to stay legal My daughter found Nemo, I found the new primo
my darks deep my lights bright I'm very thorough With my churascurro inspiration spark and a knife Now watch me rock the spot like ? minus the heroin
deep, my lights bright. I'm very thorough with my chiaroscuro inspiration spark and a knife Now watch me rock the spot like Basquiat, minus the heroin
through My mom is my hero Two three nine zero Doctor was looking at us talk From then I've been strictly on a mission I got twenty-twenty vision All
) My mom is my hero, two three nine zero Then doctor was looking at us talk From then I've been strictly on a mission I got twenty-twenty vision All the
Manimal hybrids be combination, then beatbox Til the tastebuds on our tongues are smooth and shapeless Dodging thought police this patient zero the folk hero
I'm ready for action, packing provisions of visions Verbally, every word will be enhanced With the bass that puts you in a trance Some dance, come take
bash" "And why complain, now where's the temple I asked you to build, you piece of trash?" "Two of you switch... Mo' you build it and you'll find a supreme hero
, louder, louder, louder, louder louder, louder, Yeah [Repeat] Yeah, it's for the People [Verse 1:] This is street ra-dio, for unsung heroes Ridin
turn) [One.Be.Lo] Now as the world turns, when will us black people learn? (damn) Before we had a perm, we came from Adam's sperm You see with plain vision
My mom is my hero Two three nine zero The doctor was looking at a star From then I've been strictly on a mission I got twenty-twenty vision All the haters
you hero bucked at by weavels, and muskrats to seagulls Touch that to bank rolls and c-notes to stank hoes and beagles Drunk folks, clay folks, gay folks
