Ten syllables, two words, fill 'em in, rhymes with snakes on a plane It's something (...) but won't own up to it Talks mercenator, acts like a perpetrator
I could do what you do, run circles around you, Easy, nothin' to it I could do what you do, run circles around you, Easy, watch me do it Genie, genie
When it?s just you and her, if life were simpler you close the door and home becomes a jumping castle. There?s always politics, like kids that push and
Let's rip the town up, I really think we should I mean, uh, you know, uh, I think it's understood If we don't strike now, we probably never will, And
Think ya' got it under control, CONTROL! Oh, no, really, really, who? Baby, honey, well I'm not sold, NOT SOLD! Oh, no, naw-naw-naw-naw, who? Ever think
I wanna' rock right now. I'm in the place and I came to get down ApSci's internationally known, For the flows and rockin' microphones So let's go 'cause
People come and go, they run yo' show, Til they cut and go, there's one thing I know, You're the one for me, never done with me, I won't part from thee
He was on the rap, his money was spent, and running much less than a hundred percent Couldn't get enough of that high and said, "Lucy in the sky and a
