If you could see them The bullet riddle brothers you thought were brave The thugs, the gangstas If you could hear them right now as they knock on heaven
It's funny how the Earth rotates, man you never know what's Going to happen, ya know mean? All I said was "Aiight, I got this chiki bang bang dang da
Yo this is jimmy henchman and you wouldn't wanna be in what I be in Now if you want management, 1-800-henchman, boy Straight up on 93.1 masquerade
PJ's I was born in the PJ's So I gotta rep for the PJ's The elevators with the pissy hallways Bangin' on the project walls all day Yo, if it wasn't for
Wyclef, Butch Cassidy, Sharissa (What up? Uh) From the West Indies to the West Coast Callabo (You say keep it gangsta) But when the beef come, you're
Light is in the air right now Two thousand and two rebel music The saga continues Listen, children What's the problem in Manhattan Every ten men they
This joint right here It goes out for the fellas Creepin in the lady's home when they man ain't home Ladies help me say If you ain't treatin your girlfriend
I'm just sittin' here playin' the guitar City high Claudette and 'Clef Excuse me if you see me screamin' but deep in my mind I'm only dreamin','cuz if
Yo, it's a lot a tension on this dance floor right now A lot a thugs, a lot a thugettes A lot a sets, a lot a projects A lot a hungry people I can't take
80 Bars, 80 Scars Yo, engineer, turn me up, yo I started off in the underground From mono to stereo now I'm surround sound Blowin' through your tubes
I remember playin' my guitar in the projects A product of the environment I told my Mom I'ma get up out of da hood My Dad taught me the American dream
s under your feet gon land on hard I got gooms that stand on guard Post up waitin' wit the toaster Hit you from close up Bare face No black mask no silencers
If anyone asks I'll tell them we both just moved on When people all stare I'll pretend that I don't hear them talk Whenever I see you, I'll swallow my
On an open stretch of freeway Underneath the canvas clouds The blackness after evening Swallowed everything around But just up ahead on the open horizon
Oh until she goes around [Incomprehensible] She don't care no more She don't care no more These narrowed eyes I don't know Nothing is there behind, the mask
This is new And what is that branch? What branch is it? Account is altered And nine year olds Walk around In debt record Account is altered The grim visage
the mask you've made It's such a shame, the game you play Congratulations, you're invited to the masquerade I'd like to know what lies behind the mask
undermine, what I underline Placing my poetry underneath their making of rhymes It was a creation of frustration Brown bricks or blank slates Subway trains and cardboard bound with masking