. Perform on a daily in disguise. Sinister tell the minister. To bless my soul. Momma maybe mine broke and went outta control. Smash the remote control. Through television screens. Blame it on a movie or a
Listen and witness the common tales} Aye yo, my Momma and a nigga for life Love, carousel, cuss, yell and fight Seven nights a week No respect when they speak
zero Hoes always thought I was cute but would speak though Know they see me they be jockin on my steelo On a private ride higher than a ski slope I'm
a moth to the flame. [Roxie Hart] A moth? [Billy Flynn] Now I am a man who will assist and you're a butterfly. Crushed on a wheel! [Roxie Hart] Wait
It's real hip-hop music, from the soul, y'all Yeah, check it, yo The perseverance of a rebel I drop heavier levels it's unseen or heard A King with
hope you have a bad day Sat back, relaxed though the ride was tight I was thinking of the rhymes I wrote last night Next stop was mine, a familar scene
like a precious jewel with no price tag and Oh, like waterfalls comin' down on me and Oh, like a tidal wave comin' from the sea and Oh, like a favorite scene in a
'm a movie star. I see myself on a silver screen. Tonight, it don't matter who you are. I'm the only star on the scene. You know what I mean? Man, I
speaking At a hundred miles an hour At the room at the top We nearly jumped to the tower Scenes changing Nanosecond after nano We were in a time machine
I just shit like a newborn I don't write I just spit like a tooth gone So tell them haters cut it out like a coupon How come that chopper sound like a
breathe at night With a hunger and greed for life 'til this eve was right I'm a true killer A troop risen to do business Live on a booth on a river drooped
at night With a hunger and greed for life to decievw what's right I'm a true killer A troop risen to do business Live on a roof on a river drooped
dont say a word until i'm through now there's a time to laugh a time to cry a time to live and a time to die a time to break and a time to chill to act
for months wearin' my finger prints. (I'm none of them) goofy, white boys from the movies Talk shit and have to shoot ya (Your hardcore!) absolutely Take it across your face with a
say a word until i'm through now there's a time to laugh a time to cry a time to live and a time to die a time to break and a time to chill to act
have to deal with real shit Ya'll don't even understand, what it take to be a real man A black man interested in art, speaking from the heart and playin
You start to scream, like we're making a scene I must remind you this is, not a movie You couldn't help but play the queen You left them, all at your