we rights wan tek way we name Look how the system keeping us tame Me say them can't come fool up me brain Can't come fool up me brain Chorus
've been traveling on this wayward road Long time til I be take a 'eavy load But we ride, ride it like a bullet Hail Mary, Hail Mary We won't worry everyting
prepared to sneak up when im early up creepin nothin' is sleepin but silence and i got all me peeps wet got to hell tales wha we hail tha flesh and its
certain to know your whereabouts and all your contacts ??? Barely scattered high-rolling gangsters You're sadly mistaken, it's all of us, believe me* It's like the Brains
rain Can a kiss from you rinse another from my brain Can we wash these floorboards Can we wash these walls Can I close my eyes and sleep once and for all
Heavy artillery Street light clibering Street light yo Yo, yo, yo, yo Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas Send niggas back to go, try again niggas All hail
't stay tamed, say it man Are you ready, ready Ready for warfare Wayne, Turk, Juvi, and B Geezy they all there We all flare, don't care, dog they all
enemies, Hennesy Actin like I'm great, but I'm fake, I'm CRAZY Sweat drip, get me off this trip, someone stop this train Some say my brain is all corrupted
and spit Straight off the dick Wit' deez, straight off the dick with these Y'all gon' freeze in the NYC Cannibal O, hail from the B Y'all better realize
in a hot zone, live to the E. Bola Manifest brain tumors through the phone as you roam in your Motorolas [J-Treds] All hail, J and El the fans rise,
that Dro Hey, I think y'all niggaz playin' They don't really know about They don't really know about Dro First I let my chain glow y'all know how that
probably just couldn't Let me sneak into your life, like a thief in the night Lick your body all over and squeeze you real tight Nibble all over your
away from all this mess too late to cry too late to weep what have you done you made a creep beware of it and fuck them all you have to do or you will
All your sales could be luck, only question for these ducks is Baby girl, can we fuck? You the type that need a wife Thought L.O.X. told y'all the key
business traveler Come home Billy Bird He hails a cab but the driver sucks He drives so slowly and he talks so much That it hurts Billy Bird's aching brain
world Police sirens sing to boys and girls Handful of pills to press your curl Baby shine that light, let your fight unfurl My confession is also my blessing Hollered Hail
brain) Atmosphere: (up there lyrical unit that leaves the average emcee confused like a eunuch) Nonetheless: (thats how I often change the subject) Second guess: (thats what they all
Haile Selassie, Gandhi, and Pac of this hip hop genre, bitch SLAUGHTERHOUSE [Verse 3: Royce da 5'9''] Lyrically I'm a cocaine Altoid Ability told brain it's a no brain