You'll find that I'm a basket case One step ahead because my heart pumps at a faster pace Assasins, rapidly whippin' up a masterpiece Iron jaws, I'm causin
-front crib, yo I'm a get her them pretty bay windows I'm a cop a nice home to provide in A safe environment for seeds to reside in A fresh whip for my
glass, stop frontin' duke, fresh pair of jeans Look I got loot, eleven in the bass boots Heard a screech pull up, these jukes flashed me five pictures One
they was disguised as vagrants Not knowing that a prisoner had held the key Of a co-defendant he was so far from free Detectives search into a distant past Of a
Old school, new school, dumb-ass fools One land, one people, I am the one Figure you disobeyed so I made the word "nigger" You can change the diction, but can't change
A line as thin as the line between war and peace A line as thin as the line between west and east One button away from World War III Being called a
're tryin', but after some years if you ain't got it Lay it down, put it down, find a way to try and stop it Or change it, rearrange it, be a producer
this time, motherfucker have a taste [Verse four: Capitol E / Esham] Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little taste So let me feed you the city like in a steady pace
a taste Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little taste So let me feed you the city like in a steady pace Ya wake up to gunfire thinking it was a dream
grand concourse he had to force a loco, with amigos he used to boss a dios mios, just like el ninos (?) Chorus: [Tek, (Steele)] harlem got the pace
greena, they the tortoise and im the huffin hyeena, never dealin witta bitch, nigga this one goes to the bitch ones hoes this one flows like a quick gun
a big payback boy ya Handguns'll bring the big K's back And spray back about a hundred and change Got a whole lot of loving, got a whole lot of soul
A yeah yeah Pushin' rhymes like weight Pushin' rhymes like weight A yeah yeah Yeah, blaze one for the nation A yeah yeah You know my name You know my name A
to go topless in While we sit and count the hairs that blossom from our chins Our voices change at a rapid pace I could start a song a tenor and then
in our own beds Pull ourselves up by the bootstraps Hit them curves, dodge the trap, don't move at a slow pace Hand us a mic, we move the whole place
everyone is up in my space, like it's the American way I run in case somebody takes my place just another change of pace I know you think you know a lot
take me out I'm a real nigga, come and give me hope I'm a real nigga, come and give me hope I'm a real nigga, come and give me hope I'm a real nigga,
have to wake up from a nightmare so you better be ready i am living life at a fast pace who said both running in a faster race break a deal? the master