man to merc me You can't get rid of Flames, nickname is herpes I'm a man, you a man, won't you act like one See me face to face chump, watch me beat
! Hip Hop! Beat Street The king of the beat You see him rocking that beat from across the street And Huh Huh! Beat Street is a lesson too, because you
my music implemented with jewels import tools to inspire all those too cool fools who say screw school 'Cause they don't see the conspiracy that's put here to trap you and me
) My pop's dead, now it's too late to warn me, inform me D's wanna plant ki's on me, eternally I wanna sleep Without the venom of a snake nigga tryin'
Heaven, living in a California cage, y'all trying to study me Gangbangin' a never die, it's too much love You always gonna get niggas like us, you know
keep bitches straight up like Simon says Open vagina put ya legs behind ya head Cop me and 1's hon lime and red You got pets me too mines are dead Doggy
, know how to expand coke and Mr. Coffee Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me "Life's a Bitch" but God forbid, the bitch divorce me I'll be
Now the kings of kings ah call Old man to Pickney, so wave unnuh hand if you with me To see the sufferation sick me Dem suit no fit me, to win election
a wild attack Face to face, sadly solitude And it's finger popping Twenty-four hour shopping in rapture Fab Five Freddie told me everybody's fly DJ'
? Spit hot shit, known to fuck bad power, what? Who be all in your guts? Fucking you up like pure 'caine Right for his cut, who's the one? Too quick to
And she winds back the clock and she turns back the page Of a book that nobody can write Oh, where are you tonight? The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure
(Now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead) Now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead Now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead, now,
is new in your newborn eyes You got no shame and you tell no lies Your slate is clean and your mind is free Your soul is pure let it shine on me Let
little time without me, still no grime without me No life without me, no risky roads, no grime daily I'm still shady, fuck you, pay me If you don't like it, fuck you, replace me
me One fueled by a pure sense of apathy Ta-Ta-Take blood just to get his fill He's got a demon inside he can't seem to kill Another day, another dead
of stairs Scrapin' myself from the sidewalk Jumpin' from rivers to bridges Drownin' in pure air Hip hop is lyin' on the side of the road Half dead to
stranger as affluent as effluent Hides behind his mirror shades and crocodile smile Preying on the weak, the vulnerable and innocent All things pure
Or you'll be left along the road in the dust And me and you won't have too much to discuss Trust me I be the gifted unlimited Too many of these rappers