car I'm runnin' late for my menage-a-trois Pass it, tap it, and then crack it Take a small swig or down it like a pig You too tipsys to operate this
a no. 2 pencil Stabbin' students, grabbin' teachers, catholics, preachers In the school staircase, cuttin' class, passin' my reefer In my own class, operation
No. 2 pencil Stabbin students, grabbin teachers, Catholics, preachers In the school staircase, cuttin class, passin my reefer In my own class, operation
Wid' a large watts About six clocks That's high potent killers on each corner Wid guns ready for smoking Six sense indian head hancho Yo my peso got royals that screw castro Operation
these ignorant fools Find yourself in a Hudson rocking cement shoes Middle week, Michigan brand rap and gun rule Me and my man contemplating on these future operations
your bomb shelter, still felt the Heavy blast that blew off the mass of twelve welders The math of an elder, praise the Lord Thank you genius, operation
my mic strike, leave a state-size crater I came into this with the writer's block To prevent a sudden shock, on a large flock Clips are uncut episode,
to implant a hit gimmick Saafir: This shit is full blown, you better head to the clinic After Captain Save A Hoe, we had the luitenit Operate get straight
costliest Feel the force of this lyrical arsonist Hotter than a yacht with Rottweillers Chicks in choppers with they thong sittin' proper The crisp poppa bringin' drama like soap operas
says circus fun quite like nuclear holocaust over breakfast on the terrace. Hash browns and peril. Old ironsides or good ship lolli-popper, Davy Jones still got a locker, ak, the opera
mind makes marvelous moves, masses Marvel and move, many mock what I've mastered Niggas nap knowin' I'm nice naturally Knack, never lack, make noise nationally Operation
Snap break a piece off, a little small fraction I still fulfill your dissatisfaction I'm in the process, of completing a transaction Huh, Carnegie Hall, like a opera
yo, straight off the Benz Dac double Daniel unrockable fam milk the same yo Fuck you, Duel of the Iron, Tony win a Oscar Legendary rah, wicked Phantom of the Opera
Give it to ya raw Yo, it's that old school shit About 12 years old Let's get physical, operate your brain to function I remember the Gods at the junction
down drove away, pumpin' hip hop hooray I'm so full of shame, it's awful strange Local crew conplain I'm spitting out more keys than an opera sings vocal
in the triple-a's This here's the major leagues, where big hits are guaranteed The ken griffey turbo 850 professional mc One more time that cat defari With a sting operation
em) The operator, I got your number Don't act like I don't flow like water, call the plumber (uh-huh) Something tryna stop the E from gettin large I feel
in San Francisco Voice 2: Another crooked smile. Is music a disease? Or is it just living in these soap opera times. They all end up depressives obsessive