long way down To the place where we started from Yo, I'm still trying to figure out this Venus and Mars thing But every time I see you, all I hear is a harp string
, don't ever trust me [Verse 2: Madchild] Hang the hang man Jesse James gang Guns drawn at sundown, fun starts from one pound The one pound of marijuana
Just like a puppet on a string he be controlin me I try to be cutting those string but like smokey he gots a hold on me [Devil's Voice] Thats the fool
s gonna end Just like a puppet on a string he'e controlin me I try to be cutting those string but like smokey he gots a hold on me [Devil's Voice] Thats
a little blouse She wove all night in the still cold house She sang as she worked and the harp strings spoke But her voice never faltered and the thread never broke But
your voice I can feel it in the air I sit alone in my four cornered room starin' at hammers Ready to go bananas Two vests on me, two techs, extra clips
get zanier and zanier? Because of EPMD mania When I walk through the crowd I can see heads turning I hear voices saying "That's Erick Sermon" Not only from the women, but
self walkin' around with no one else Half the people can be part right all of the time and Some of the people can be all right part of the time but
mother and sister, though close did they stay Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day With strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us Of the two
't be tied I am gambler, dangerous rambler Keep these steel wheels rollin' And a six string by my side Gotta bottle by my bed To drown the voices in
for me? A dollar, one dollar, two, only two Two dollars who will make it three Three dollars once three dollars twice going for three But, no from the
price I'm so smart that I'm gonna win a Guggenheim for good advice One more time Benjamin Franklin was a charming old man He was always flying his kite One
come across me wrong Just remember the words to this song I go one, two, three, four, five, I make it live Simple ass shit like that be soundin' wack But
of no one With only the exception, I'm allergic to the sun Didn't know I had a image that a camera couldn't capture 100% Allah's manufacture But then
it out Chorus 2x I go one two three four five, I make it live Simple-ass shit like that be soundin wack But when I spit the lyrical terror that makes
keep it to yourself, I'm my only competition But keep the hate coming I love the criticism But understand I'm successful by my own admission I never had shit But
this is and don't mind when I quiz your Involvements before the sun But clear your court 'cause this is a one-man sport And who's better for this than plug one
. I'm so smart that I'm Gonna win a Guggenheim, For good advice. (One more time) Benjamin Franklin was a charming old man, He was always flying his kite. One