Слова:
Lucky Mc

У каждой души есть свой, ангел – хранитель… Он не знает, что такое покой и сон… Он, всегда рядом… Тучи затянули луну, горы укрыв облаками Звёзды падали

, I wanna write the sickest rhyme of my life So sick it'll blow up the mic, it'll put the dyna in mite Yeah, it'll make the dopest MC wanna jump off a

yet to come and yes, believe this Leggo my Eggo while I flex my ego Stepped off Verseco, checked off Manchego Sipping coffee, playing keno in the casino Want a lucky

, I wanna write the sickest rhyme of my life So sick it'll blow up the mic, it'll put the dyna in mite Yeah, it'll make the dopest MC wanna jump off a

Ha, forget it [Hook (both)] I'm your host to the roller coaster Stick to your guns and cling to your holster X2 [Prevail] As MC's slowly slip into sleep

figaro, figaro, figaro like Pinocchio's Big Digital underground, underground humpty-dumpty, camel hump nose So play dosey doe, sufferin' succotash my mistletoe is gone Snow White is after my seven dwarfs My styles, and after me lucky

and big cream Eat grass! You don't get tired of sleepin' So I got to keep singin' [Jim Rampage] You can go now MC Q. [verse 4 - MC Quita] 1.. 2.. 3..

we go I'm not a musical maniac or b-boy fanatic I simply made use of what was upstairs in the attic I've listened to these MC's back when I was a kid

, One-Times won't give me no Juice Heard the barkin', yes they let the dogs loose Uhh, runnin' like a motherfuckin' strap with the mack But I ain't that lucky