fucking change I'll keep playing around until you get the sound the sound of breaking up the sound of us breaking up We're heartless kids stabbing our backs breaking
, we in here We tossin it up I got my man Everlast in the house Tossin it up, youknowwhatimsayin Kid Jazz and Bango couldn't be here But we gon' to' it up
we'll walk right up to the sun Hand in hand We'll walk right up to the sun We won't land We'll walk right up to the sun Hand in hand We'll walk right
not tall but can I bust? Like the double dutch going down the street I rap to myself when there ain't no one to rap to And to me yo my shit be sounding
Break A Spirit, If She Break A Promise they Act Just Like They Momma's, Now What That Got To Do with The Price Of Rice In China or Why These Gold Miners
I bust? Like the double dutch, going down the street I rap to myself when there ain't no one to rap to And to me, yo, my shit be sounding sweet It
They usually hate her when she comes around Huh, first lady mobbin' nigga hit the ground Next break into that who we what a sound Heads boppin', never
so homeboy that's what's up Homie please back up Ten paces from the truck Don't wanna press your luck My bomb'll self destruct Homie please back up
your fuckin arms up and rock the dead Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise Wake up, float to the sky Bring the wicked
classic, knowhatI'msayin'? We gonna bang y'all in the head one time Blaze up on y'all one time real fast (Do the mix and all that shit) Knamsayin', word up
ODB's on probation Northern State is here, make sweet salvation Chuck D talked about his uzi Biggie smoked down up in the ja'causezi Guinea Love is no dimwitted floozy Got discriminated kids
up Broads I seem to rack up when I pull da gold acta Get slapped up, drove up da wall, put it in reverse You can hope for the best, but expect the worst
goes away Each every stinking day I'm getting much better This night's little up-setter The kids out in the street Take their toys and break them Look
are now Ever again The perfekt halo Of gold hair and lightning Sets you off against The planet's last dance Just for a minute The silver forked sky Lit you up
million stories, 8 million stories [Incomprehensible] [Incomprehensible] [Incomprehensible] Get down to the funky sound Get down to the funky sound Get down to the funky sound
murder, kill, murder" instilled in the influential parts Of our kids' heads Shallow days, you never wanna Let a brother be a brother Fully inner to the outer Caught up
the sound of our own beatin' drum This is the song, for my warriors, a warrior song Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior Gonna keep marchin' on To the sound
no figgity fear yeah, it's me and mines Masters of the microphone, makers of the super rhymes Yo, well yo the shit sound clever I'm clown for whatever like nuttin' nice Big-up
