drug ring can't put it on yah finger I wasn't born a singer, but let the storm just linger I'm the muslim from new york, I'm mortis stringer Off ice, but on ice
you fuckin' with him? I'm a jewel-lord jim Like somethin' that's priceless worn by Isis Blowin' on weed in the eye of the storm Gettin' snuck in the
the cannonballs (Mars attacksssss) FBI demands column to this pigeon ankle And boomeranging' our harvest; 51st area sickness Not a threat, an area witness won't
Candy Land-cold classic-bastard style To be your lawfully wedded head trip Doing base throughout sickness, health, electrical storm Fire, pain, rain, hail, wind, ice
aim, fire and the spider be model veteran Buried in merit badges I'm stuck in the center and could care less About the eye of the storm and its monstrous
'm quiet calm, write my greatest shit when the light gon' My hand fast like Ramadan when the night dawn I'm the physical of Tsunami, you a slight storm
am still. With every blink from my eye, These moments slip from my mind, So this storm will never subside. These winds won't die. They won't die.
drinkin Super vets in a super stretch Lincoln Thinkin bout the good ol' days of hip hop in its purest form before the eye of the storm I could give a
first time comin through Ain't been a minute yet Already, cats wanna eye-screw Plottin to pop you You don't know me duke The one that shoot You all mad
t give a fuck about, you don't know nothin' about it You want this paper, be a hustler You a hustler, you ain't a rapper Get your paper man YouknowwhatI
run with his chopped toes off Unchallenged sword I yield the storm rider Clip full of ruffled-tip fast-actin long fire Four hundred grain cartridge, with steel casin Those who can't
it Don't let it get you down You've got to grin and bear it You know you've got to stand you're ground In the storms of fire and ice Keep your eye on
all up in you, and ain't nobody stoppin you If you don't believe us you could check out how we rock for you [Hook] Can't stop, don't stop Rockin to the
Dago and problemas Nobody move, nobody get hurt I got riders in the storm and the outskirt It ain't nothing but a word from the mero mero Ain't you Yogi
It gets no better when you're caught up in the earthquake weather Keep your eye on the storm come and get us When the shit goes down we're all down ?
riding the storm out Stand Back The eye of the storm Stand back Or you die alone Stand back Fight for paradise Stand back No heart's cold as ice Come
, Grab the sand, Take his hands an cuff em, Spin around to freeze the clock, Take the hands of time an cuff em. Theres a storm commin that the weather man couldn't
you crazy cause you quit, look at my clique lately You ain't fucking with' Budden, you ain't got no choice with Royce You don't wanna see the Crooked