as you're marched off to war To die for the rich in their struggle for more "Man shall not lie with man for it is an abomination in the sight of the
end of the tone, boop Ooh, and I like it 'cause I'm Poetry, the psychic Intellectual level would rather, nah, nah, I don't like that Yo, scratch that one more
now 'cause he acts like a prick Each one tries to tie dick down Dick never falls in love, on the girls start coming 'round Dick don't fall for their
the ground Annunaki men dug really hard They worked their hands to the bone A serious revolt for setting a mark 'Cause the rage and discontent had grown Hell bound, poisoned
take me high.... Verse 1 (Malique) Yo fly Friday, feel slick I'm hummin' ladi dadi this chicka promised me eternal dancin at a rave party in flesh and bone
is an image of truth. The eagle never lost so much time, as when he submitted to learn of the crow. The fox provides for himself, but God provides for
is final, you won't get it back So don't get attached, it'll attack every bone in your back Meet Zach, twenty-one years old After hangin out with some
your skin bars, call me cyanide, bitch Try me if you want, homey, violation's a no-no I am the health hazard, skull & bone, poisonous logo Unleash the
examination. And we don't know for sure if your daddy was the one, But we do know a motherfuckin' ghost when we see one." Hamlet say, "Show me where
be unlocked for you, and great enlightenment shall be yours. [XERXES:] Yes, master... and yet, there is one realm which intrigues me above all others, one
-stream. Another Christ dies, jacked up by the state. Another glorious advance for civilisation. One small step for man. One giant step for mankind. For
out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war) [Verse One: U-God] This rhyme
done with spells up Poisonous cook The Kon Artis Make way for the hell raiser Mysterious neighbor Cuttin throats with broke Coke Bottles and rusty razors I ain't the one
flavor wit Like moose, I go to the caves and get niggaz off all fours I'm the shit that's uncalled for, the shit that you fall for Far more advanced than
love at Bone Thug brand new I always been with god, but is god with you I keep hearing these voices Having a hell of my choices And telling us the poisons
mack it mi ***** it I sink it like a titanic Dump pon it, badman deh yah mi a chop it Baby yuh know seh mi have it, hey ... [Chorus:] One man alone
butterfly net to collect the evidence Well I am a room with poison oak scaling the sides Arachnids on the celing, rugged thumb tacks, bones and rusty
! Oooooh, and I like it; cause I'm Poetry the psychic Intellectual level would rather.. nah, nah I don't like that .. yo scratch that (you can do better than that) one more