'cha kissin' this nine Y'all niggas, worst than bitches, tears in your eyes I ain't got no sympathy so if you scared, nigga cry On your knees, face in
First of I?m a Christian and can?t no man tell me different, Different from the world keep my game face spiritual wickedness in high places, Principalities
box Woke wit alarm clocks, cars drivin' slow down the block One stopped, parks pops his trunk, snare pops loud as glock shots Bass like an M-80 in your face
from the gas On the shoulder of the road As you roll past [Chorus][Eyedea] I been a lot of places and I've seen a lot of faces I don't miss none of them
think I'm lower than dirt? I'm double down for whatever the case is, whatever the place is We sever the stages, you could never come face this Arsonist and Non-phix rollin
in his face So big, it almost took his whole face off We got to take position, ready for face-off With blitz like Dallas, ain't no Superbowl face-off
still rollin' with my squadron heavily strapped// And even if I get killed I'll inevitibly be back// Encyclopedia hispanica over digital debt// Don't ever compare me to small
Jesus, I only fuck God. I crave your violent, Acted upon me. Set me free by your Weighted autonomy. I am so human, So small, so debased. Jealousy and darkness roll over
We just fondle eachother, while the camera's rolling We had boyfriends, but they never got blown Now we're naked on the cover of the mag Rolling Stone We're all over
a few. Cus' life's a crap shoot in culture clash city. From all over the world, from your town to mine. They pay the price, to roll the dice, in culture
better have skills plus an ill business plan Get thick skin or gain a lot of weight This is hip hop/ rock'n roll rodeo let's go!!!! Verse III Big crowds to small
Verse 1: Celph Titled] I?m coming to your classroom strapped like Kindergarten Cop (I)End the starters (I) am the hardest artist to rock (I) Roll over
to a McDonald's Playland, tie that big Officier Big Mac thing to the back of your car, and drive away at 90 mph. When a cop pulls you over, roll down
be at, they ain't have to look far He scared as hell but he's like "Yo, I'm ready for war" They roll up on the scene, roll down the window Said a few
of bread, These arrogant scabs drive around in Bentleys and Rolls Royces. Perhaps it amuses them to rub shit into the faces of the poor, But there'll
way, you can't come in Forty-four robbers stinkin' of gin Uh huh, I ain't lettin' you in I'll hit you with a rolling pin So small can't hurt a fly Get
ll be rollin' Never see me strollin' 40's I'll be holdin' Girls in the daisys drive eazy crazy Rolled up my windows as I turned on my ac Rollin' down
' be my bitch, she was small - all black to my satisfaction, real sexy but they said "you should see her in action" when she in a niga face she make the