D's with a rubber hammer My grammar be's ebonics, gin, tonic and chronic Fuck bionic it's ironic Slammin' niggaz like Onyx Lunatics 'til the day I die I run more game
my style's raw, I'm "Born to Mack" like Todd Shaw Forget the fame, and the glamour Give me D's wit a rubber hammer My grammar be's ebonics, gin tonic
kind that make you show, bitch Put me in the studio, the dank have me focus Ant Banks you know what's up I tried to rap sober but the shit was sounding
it was the mid 80's Push on my gear stick and I will drive you crazy Take a look at the time Baby, quit playing games 'cause the sun's 'bout to rise
game's over, so roll over, I'm sober, but I'll still kidnap a so called soldier, In a boat I'll row into dover, Yeah it's over, the game's over. (RIFF
admiring the seen, inhaling fumes of flowers that breathe. jet lagged eyes are begging for an hour to sleep although my blood shot whites and iris's they
yo time's up, you're gonna end up seein' visions Of everybody, you fucked over, you're scared sober Sixteen men till there's no one left Yo ho ho them
subtracting It ain't no thing but mad You better give it up, you steppin' to a psychopath Game over, I'm intoxicated, never sober When one steps up, I
ya there's an excuse you lose Proof so you use. There's new rules it's cool if it's helping you to get through. It's twelve noon aint no harm in self
sky, quicker than Silver Surfer Only land when lambs is being purchased a cane man, you tell from the Porsches Swang is so ferocious, you can hear it in verses Whip game torture, pimp game
s said Start nailing and pissing in bed I pistol the Feds Slap cop top notch The only thing you'll outline in chalk's a game of hopscotch what [Kool
it Yea, you bet it was me, niggaz die at the pavement I'm wavin a nine out of the window and blazin Is your house shakin who's inside nigga, it's funeral
whatever I want out of it Now that I'm wise, my future rides on it It's time for triumph I promise if you just let me in the game (Pray) If you should
my wip cops pulled me over Don't worry bout a thing shorty Mad Child sober She listen to my music and she loves every verse Now she's my bottom bitch
swervin, niggas squirtin, the ghetto's burnin Hell's season, the soul's returnin We live like crows and a hermit, searchin for a higher learnin The fire's
s an act, It's been a long time but I'm back on the GCH track, I speak on fact while most of y'all cat's be preachin' fiction, The way you rhyme and live
paid dues, bought wisdom As legends fall my godmother answer heaven's call Preachers' daughters get fucked in the reverand's hall MC's reckless ?I ball
cube - anyway, that's cool That nigga somewhere 'higher learnin' And of course there's that famous beef between parrish and sermon And that's cool, both those niggas killed jane And now there's