: There's a time and a place For you to make your mark and show your face There's a place in time When you must step outside the line So understand
: A single failure A little slip A misdemeanour A little trip Does this condemn me Lock me away? Before you turn the key I have one more thing to say
A single failure A little slip A misdemeanour A little trip Does this condemn me Lock me away? Before you turn the key I have one more thing to say To
There's a time and a place For you to make your mark and show your face There's a place in time When you must step outside the line So understand what
It's about time to set the record straight. Clear the air, forget all that you heard. Turn deaf ears to words that they all say. I'll show you all you
were. Living on a thin line, Tell me now, what are we supposed to do? Living on a thin line, Tell me now, what are we supposed to do? Living on a thin
A & R's named Ufid If life's a bitch I'm one of her two kids A motherfucker, if the show fits If rap was a school I'd be teachin at Yale's institution
I make more noise than a block orchestra I'm stalkin' ya Follow my road I'm forkin' ya To the path So YO! Tell a friend Tell a foe Tell a hoe Tell any
sound And then you took the words right out of my mouth Oh it must have been while you were kissing me You took the words right out of my mouth And
it feels like I'm pretending We could be together somehow lovers more than friends Now when I see you take you out for a date You've hardly said a word
dirt road Jump the barbed wire, spread the word Light the bonfire then call the girls King in the can and the Marlboro man Jack 'n' Jim were a few good
through that sentence like a subject and a predicate Yeah, with a swagg' you would kill for Money too strong, pockets on body-builder Jumped in a wishing
You say you love me But they feel like words to me But this just ain't working Stop thinking, you can run over me Drifting, settling out to a former
10 A.M. automatic Come on, yeah I see darkness cover us And your car kicks up dust What about my ways makes you doubt All these words from my mouth
I'm from Canada o-o-o Canada the Class makes a sick beat, we call it a classic (x4) I've been around the globe and heard the confusion honestly a lot
Boys Heh, I'm 'bout to do Santa Dimengo on a horse named Bingo A fugitive lookin' for puff switchin' my lingo Stayin' at a hotel called the Pink Flamingo Callin' up MC from a
frontcha sack, hey It's all gravy, still reaching wit my words And make 'em feel good like the first and the third Take you back when I was sixteen, wit a bankroll Posted on a corner like a
