my lean, me and Po-yo fixin to pop up on the scene, In the passenger seat yeah thats the Jeep, and you know what we fixin to score a fuckin ki, so guess
out for use of Harkus representing proof in you walkman Lockin' competition out of studios Everyday I live is like a musical Create my own score More funkier than shaft on my musical
means in the basement While the others lay the sound And create music from defacement All the time, a certain state of mind defines secular Music that
on my lean me and Po-yo fixin to pop up on the scene In a classic seat yeah thats a sheet and you know what, we fixin to score a fuckin key so guess what
For Judgment Day cometh, conquer, it's war Allow us to escape, Hell glow spinnin' bomb Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms Tune spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound
quick trip And stayed cool like fuckin' freon Or get frozen for eons and beyond bein' the unbelievable bastard I be Well, believe that shit's some be on Settle the score
its to good to waste ya know ya homie got the fire when it comes to this so aint no need to look around for the regular shit my music my musical Medicine
for He got the cops a-chasing The music he ain't facing Pedal right down to the floor His ideology is crazy as can be It's all about the top score He
come and go. A lot of new faces, been to a lot of new places. Wherever we went, we always held it down. While we conquered new grounds. it's a universal sound
JOE paces uneasily in his white tie and tails, as a Palm Court QUARTET begins playing tango music. Lights up on the LITTLE ORCHESTRA, tucked in under
kick some real shit now The rap professional, so intellectual Go against me and I'll get the best of you Cause gettin funky is no coincidence Finesse can flow to any musical
For, judgment day come'th, conquer, it's war Allow us to escape, hell blows spinning bomb Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms Tune strictly shitty Mortal Kombat sound
for He got the cops a-chasing The music he ain't facing Pedal right down to the floor His idealogy is crazy as can be It's all about the top score He
a must I score again And pollute em, shoot em like white students in Oregon Cuz when I was broke, I always found figures to fuck bitches Wit full-force
vision taking on a whole new level that'll blindside the devil when these cold words hit So get in and dance to the crackle Run around and flinch from the sound
people come and go. A lot of new faces, been to a lot of new places. Wherever we went, we always held it down. While we conquered new grounds. It's a universal sound
In broad daylight get right.. Just been through it all man Blood sweat and tears Niggaz is dead and shit {*music fades in*} What the fuck else can happen