6 grand for a minute's time Italian vogue style a n-gga for a minute rhyme Let's be clear and lets be fair The best things in music's being offered here
I meet a nigga who fronting It's alright 'cause you getting money and everybody want it Smoke a big sliff Get myself for a blunted Fall on the floor
on Shine or moons send me memories trail Over days of forgotten tales Course the compass to offer Into a time that we've all seen on Into a time that
Your moods creating whirlpools And you're in love with the ride and I Want - some - peace and quiet!' So we fought a while caught our breath a while
you to acknowledge I am here If you give me half a chance, I'll prove this to you I will be patient, kind, faithful and true To a man who loves music, a
you it's true It's a fact, music makes you violent Like Michael Jackson telling little Timmy to be silent You don't believe me, here's my hype Offer
land, So when ya kick this rhyme, you wanna sing it out loud. You are the nation of our fathers. Young Jews, be proud! [musical interlude: Jewish music
one else I gotta light in my eyes for the world to see Thank God the music's back inside of me It was a long hard road to be a better man But now i
on their spike But the darkness has a hunger It offers you blood for wild blood And you be on wondering Why you're still not good enough There is a
, she could make them holy, holy But she gave him a daughter and she gave him a son She was a mother and a wife and a lover when the day was done Well
black music I dont do white music I make fight music for high school kids I put lives at risk when I drive like this from a slip disk from a Limp Bizkit
Enhanced by brand new special effects Saddam and his cow disease spiced up With some gratuitous sex A movie?s made, a war is won A low-speed chase, a
You goddamn right, nigga, it's a no-fly zone I ain't no motherfucking teacher So I ain't got no goddamn parents You niggas better get permission, bitch
consume. You're a prisoner of doom. [Verse 3: (Madchild and Prevail switch off)] [Madchild] Experiment with nature's offerings, not Satan's offspring. I'll still make a
was you're a pansy You couldn't rap on beat, you little four-eyed geek [Pre] Yeah? And at the club there's a reason we don't hang out that much You're
you livin' for the moment? Hip-Hop couldn't die, I never offer my condolence But I'll offer y'all a day of atonement, cause I'm a lyricist to the death
so cold Neighbours catch contacts from the blunts that I've rolled A pig in a blanket, a smoke and a pancake Drop albums non-stop once a year for my