all my doubters mastered It ain't a matter bastard Rule my hazard Niggaz get blasted Soon as I bring what I got in store for the new order Who want it
, is to oversimplify But that's a far cry, isn't it, dear? From acting like you're the only one there Unrepentantly self-centered and unfair Enter all suckers scrambling for the scoop Exit
Yeah, I'm drivin' down your freeway In a brand new car that I just found Oh, it was parked there in your driveway Didn't want to wake you with a sound
somethin' I'm about to drop it, you could never stop it Let me quickly chop it Still a lot of niggas analyze before profits The rhyme at new gossip Hold
track like I lost my Akon New York, New York, bring it back to the east dog I'm tryna make ends meet, stay true to the street Kill them with the beats
you keep my ass climbing the fuckin' walls at night So hit me, hit me one time, let me flex it Crew's still makin' moves but now I've gots to exit Are
with my weak raps. You heard casual's new shit? Man, you need to peep that. Super ep, We treat the trooper to. There be no nigga alive I can't beat,
's happening Then darkness falls and oh, your heart beats rapidly Be prepared because war is coming You can't be scared now when the streets is calling you Would the new
Come on' now Come on' and rock it Come on' now Come on' and rock it Come on' now Come on' and rock it Jump to the beat and ?????? with me Come on'
subconcious mind that made the decision that resulted in the unwanted confrontations the parking violations and the boy with the arab strap listening to the dead air on the radio trying to decide which exit
a part of this you'll find yourself a victim of the rhyme bombarde'ment weak shit I have the tolerance. I write the best rhymes in my sleep. Dreamland beats
it Did it for real, while y'all pretended Back for more, startin' the war to end it Raw, rippin' like I'm workin' a chainsaw New York to Cali, New Jersey
chilling at the beach playing on my PSP A lot of rappers stunting tryna claim they're the next me They just fronting yo they know where the best be And New
hardcore Take it to The Roots -- Do you want more?! The rout is love, there ain't no exit Begin with love and let the friendship Take you to a new height
to the cobblestone In April, I cut little paper flowers In August, I drank cold tea all my lonesome In October, I was introduced to scourers I love New
like a turtle on it's back like a blind man walking the streets of new york like a fire in a glass my heart is wrapped up in a cellophane bag i seperate
"it's always too early to speak..." the fire found a new gathering place the day you packed your things and ran away to save your face from seeing me
Wouldn't give 'em the sweat off my fuckin' balls Suckin' on the devil's dick already kissin his ass fo a ten dolla' raise Bitch beat me down fo' some
