You take a stroll into the morning sun You make a Happy Meal, a portion for one You steal the wallet of a man with a gun You make this seem like a whole
Mauritania to Willesden Green The truth is faster than a laser beam Cross a table in the seven seas It's coloring, coloring everything With a mirror
Made a note of it Did you write it on your hand? Put a name on it To help you understand Well, do you see The futures holidays are for me? Just let me
It's never gonna be Normal, you and me What you're signing on for is a storm at sea So if you think you're tough Give me all your love And I'll give
anyway So you twist and you turn Uncomfortable fool, you'll never learn But you can take a stand Forget all about the plans, California roads Side one, track two On a record
I let my head touch my hands And it's right on me, yeah I touched the night now it's gone Felt it right on me, yeah I'm running hard and the dust Now
Thought you'd be forever the same When did you become so easy to change? Can't like who I won't No, that's not true, I do know Just can't figure out
with a half of fifth of [Maje$ty] Three sixty-five out of all the round trees They'll be Japanese, Maje$ty's corruptin' record companies Nigga, jump for cheese, catch sub-zero
"T-Minus 10, 9, 8, 7, 6.. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.. zero!" (Blast off!) [B-Real] Come inside, hello everybody, welcome Think you better be ready for the battle
them nigger boys, I can't stand uhh" Young hoodlums sellin hawk, cloggin up the block Inna come-a new 6-double-zero drop We party in mansions V.I.P.'s
3 for the fans who already know the name 4 smacks to all wack niggaz in the game 5,6,7,8,9,10 for the flows 'Ey yo Len, drop it to zero, this is how
Un miliardo di persone nel pianeta vivono con meno di un dollaro al giorno. Non stanno tentando di battere nessun record e non hanno fatto voto di poverta
for fame Zero people are exploited There are no tricks, up our sleeve We're gonna fight against the mass appeal We're gonna kill the 7 record deal Make records
(feat. De La Soul) We just keep on rockin' [x7] 86'in it We was 5 bricks in it Firm like a silicon tit in it Had the sticks and the 40's all thick
Come and listen to my story 'bout a boy named Bush. His IQ was zero and his head was up his tush. He drank like a fish while he drove a car about. But
and smoked out with a half of fifth of Three sixty-five out of all the round trees They'll be Japanese, Majesty's corruptin' record companies Nigga, jump for cheese, catch sub-zero
Zero people are exploited There are no tricks, up our sleeve We're gonna fight against the mass appeal We're gonna kill the 7 record deal Make records
