with a smile to see how far I've come Fighting for sales on a strip to get the hustle from From nights in jail on a bench using my muscles son To counting
Of your singular eye History dictating symptoms Of ruling romance Claws at the shores of the water Upon which we dance All of us standing in line All of us
can't scare me I O-bide by the laws of these streets sincerely, a real nigga The type that can build with ya Verbalize bring life to a still picture,
journey We picked up a guy holding a sign that said, "Twine ball or bust" He smelled real bad and he said his name was Bernie I put in a Slim Whitman
of flesh. "Take your clothes off," I commanded like a bold and common bandit basking in a feeling of control. I was standing back behind them with a
[Diverse] My mind compliance like a science Analyze my data, not a fader on the face of the earth Can blend rhythms like my will, surreal spinnin Ever
got up off the ground niggas couldn't believe They started bustin' and'a bustin' filled my ribs like crusting Had the vest on so it didn't mean nothin' One kid grabbed a
know what I rep and I'm one of the best Supervillian in the building I'm clearly a threat Been doing this here for a minute considered a vet A lot of
get it Put 'em all in houses cleaned up all of my friends credit And now they witness all the glitz and the glamor Catch us eating at straits Atlanta with women with table
than a shame This is a lifestyle homey, it's more than champagne But I will make a toast to Flash reachin the Hall of Fame I end it with a line, from
I'm a Chi-Town building and I'm rolling with New Orleans, what the fuck enemies gonna bring to the table? I'm gonna train to slain you Rollin with my
undead Grave yards coming alive with zombies, hungry for living flesh Psychotic, transmutated corpses, upsuring the population Sickening disaster of epidemic proportions, devouring us Tables turn as a
the undead Grave yards coming alive with zombies, hungry for living flesh Psychotic, transmuted corpses, upsuring the population Sickening disaster of epidemic proportions, devouring us Tables turn as a
me (he runs off stage). (The scene is now a diner, centre screen a booth with a piece of pie on the red-checkered table-cloth. Cookie enters and spies
reallly Fireman spit gasoline on ya contract Fuck a pen I need a match fuck a bitch I need a batch of bitches Y'all niggas act like a bunch of bitches
Power Kingdom, last but not least Golden Money Clan, You know T-1, a.k.a. Shell Shock, c'mon And I'm Vast Aire - 'nuff said Now, let us build upon this
' like a crock pot You're in a frenzy You're all over me I got the honey your name's queen bee I'm runnin' hot like a ninja thru a grill on fire the longer
eye what's mine is yours I need a suite with the flowers Complementary at Trump Towers Sit at the table we can build for hours On gettin' riches, a cinch, take a
