frightens me to be alone again you use to be my friend I'm like a little girl trapped in your busy world you just can't keep a date you're always running late
"words don't help you" (x2) [chorus: inspectah deck] Some sound-sound like they real top guns But this a true sound, it's a champion Rock
deep freezers Live or TV, whether tape or CD Twelve inch, liquid audio or MP3 Fuck the format, they askin', where the platform at? Late summer, early
shit, and kept it hardcore for you I remember late nights, steady rockin the mic Hip-Hop, you the love of my life So tell the people like that y'all (that y'all) And it sounds
t nothin new, tuck your jewellry "Words don't help you" [x2] [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] Some sound-sound like they real top guns but this a true sound
cuttin comp like a mach-ete Not the one to glorify guns, I'd rather drop it on the one and make the funds for my late night weed runs Dum dums, wanna
deep into the back of my brain and close my eyes Drift off deep in a sleep, then I visualize A mic in my hand on stage at a night club Then - the brain
nothin new, tuck your jewellry "Words don't help you" [x2] [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] Some sound-sound like they real top guns but this a true sound,
