Cool night, hot days See hear touch feel & taste To give to take To mend that which I break These things I am so thankful that I have Open your eyes
mixtape that shit sounded like a album Who'da thought a country wide tour'd be the outcome Labels want my name beside the X like Malcolm Everybody got a
Can I blast those who point the finger at me Who criticize and talk shit so freely Fuck double XL, you're a size too small I should hire Eminem so we
a mixtape, that shit sounded like an album Who'd a thought a country-wide tour would be the outcome Labels want my name beside an X like Malcolm Everybody got a
has been singing ever since you was a little boy By listening to sounds of music as a baby And listening to a reecord player You would pick up the sound
message I ain't finished diminished you so called critics And fuck them billboard and the billboard status me kick it You fucked up for a while up outta
ever seem to want to come, my way (My way) Hey, I've had a hell of a time Tryin' to make it 'cause my people steady stressin' my mind So I stay high So
It was a cold morning, gloomy, sun barely shining Figured it was gon' rain today, so I'm in Sit around the house until the thunder storms slacks off Look
State "Now that you're mine, things are gonna be fine" First came love then a baby carriage Hardly knew the people at my own damn marriage Where an open bar can open your mind
like the tears of a million terrified brothers. And, Lord, Hear me now, I have seen the light, They have a conciousness, They have a life, They have a
Come on lady, dance all around me You look so fine, look so fine Drive me out of my mind, out of my mind, out of my mind (Ooh baby) If I could, I would
in the GT Y'all lame boys, hangin' up lookin' just for a name boy Goin' upsize with the Gameboy Witcho' mind right go out lookin' for a cane boy, it's a
a hand, pick ma fam' Confused, feeling used, trying to rearrange plans As I've got a Rolex but no time on my hands Made a transition from a brain into a
Ruffhouse go away, bid on Ebay for a stuffed Mickey Mouse in a mug, A sticky handcuffed pic of buff Courtney Love, one of Prince's aborted doves, a Jackson glove, A
a little somethin, to tickle your mind Now that I got your mind workin Yeah, how the J Beez workin? Jungle Brothers on the run, makin babies A Tribe
name, Ever, first name, Greatest Like a sprained ankle, boy ain't nothin' to play with It started off local but thanks to all the haters I know G4 pilots on a
average listener rewinds and plays me Twenty times 'cause I say so many rhymes it may seem Like I'm going too fast cause my mind is racing And I could give a
dreams, worthless years Here am I encased inside a hollow shell Life began, then was done Now I stare into a cold and empty well The many sounds that
