deep into the cut 'Cause I leave the tricks alone 'Cause my name is not David Copper-Filled Pockets, never net a man, who don't hate it So let it be stated Niggas couldn't
a letter to my senator It came back "The Address Unknown" Put a call in to the President He wouldn't come to the phone Now, how in the hell can a person
, in Carmel City C'mon, y'all, c'mon, y'all C'mon, y'all, c'mon, y'all C'mon, y'all, c'mon, y'all C'mon, y'all, c'mon, y'all Top notch, butterscotch
'em off into the unknown, in and out of consciousness Kind of like a hip-hop microphone hypnotic Specialist in gettin' inside artists, sick word analyst World's most foul freestylist C
from state, For makin' it, mate, just a Q and A. Still ghetto wit de mind of a needle A cricket in the cheater, Draw a nine millimeter up. Makin it, '
're broke and unknown, your baby's mama clown you Your family down's you. Don't want your own kid around you You ain't shit. Don't do shit Ain't gone
a complete unknown Just like a rolling stone? How does it feel? How does it feel, to be on your own With no direction home A complete unknown Just like a
snitches I'm a death row killa My hat stay still a My bud is orange And my drink is miller I pilla Killa like a killa flick Lil c style fuckin with
on the page A "Amanda, Ashley and Angeline" They'll live a dream Watch this song, live a sin (huh!) In the alphabet after A is B Brigitte and Britney love a
like the thriller {Prophet Posse} Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse {talking, screaming
unknown, your baby's mama clown you Your family down's you. don't want your own kid around you You ain't shit. don't do shit Ain't gone never be shit.
, yo Yeah, you wanna fight don't ya, you wanna bite don't ya? The involvement of a new coast is here To take your soul, rearrange it with flows You're unknown
moves when I walk into a room Fuckin' bummer, no armour inside the Hummer Gotta hug a motherfuckin' Sandbag for cover I ride on a flatbed chariot, four
underground And don't deceive me, please, get up off your knees I'm all about business, ask Animal I ain't your victim and a witness to the sickness written
live Hesitation wounds No you couldn't follow through You just couldn't follow through You've not got the will to commit Plunge deep into the unknown
could eat a dick Servin' sucka MC's a fifth of the drunken stylin' Rippin' M-I-C's like a pub in Dublin, Ireland [Chorus] [B.A. Barakus] Hey yo I got
found a baby with a book in his hand [Rapping through the hook:] With a book in his hand, with a book in his hand They found a little eddy baby with a
wiz You got 1 second 2 pass a 3 hour quiz a) is guns b) is gas c) is knife drilling pick a death cuz it's a multiple choice killing with my thoughts K
