Loud, subaltern city streets, bellies wild with discontent; tall, glass buildings, where we meet watching classes in descent. Whoever made these robot
running after you? And who would clean the sewers? Who'd mend my television? Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision? Who'd drive the fire
cops, smoke and mirrors Carrying creed cards we all race for death Hope to be saved by our next breath Walk the beat. It takes years You'll drive a mustache
all in the feel Touch it and watch the blood fall with the steel The weak raps you wrote you could call that your will My drive VROOM is how I stay
building just to spit on a passing parade Suspect defeat change the tv station as the media tkaes over your brain Expedite unite bring yourself together before you drive
hardest, I'm just trying to be a grown man Live prosper and see money, and touch it with my own hands Worship God help people, and don't let life defeat
[Redman] I got a headache this big... Word up.. word up.. word up.. It's kinda hot in here Haha (word up) Brick City (word up) Funk Doc (word up) Scarface
Taloned Feet And the Very Lust to Conquer What was once Free Drives Him Onward across the Heavens and through the Spheres It was He and his Spawn That defeated
get shot with defeat They say no drive-by's on the street So mutha-fuckas run rival sweeps Sick platoons flood the streets of Los Like a sick typhoon Mutha-fuckas drive
so rough, I gotta see defeat and times are tough And I don't want him to see his daddy gettin' takin' away in hand coughs It's all this stuff, these city
shot with defeat They say no drive-by's on the street So mutha-fuckas run rival sweeps Sick platoons flood the streets of Los Like a sick typhoon Mutha-fuckas drive
As you stand basking in defeat They'll drive away Heading towards the city You will stand alone Dreaming of a yesterday where I Could peer out past
all in the feel Touch it and watch the blood fall with the steel The weak raps you wrote you could call that your will My drive VROOM is how I stay the
came running after you? And who would clean the sewers? Who'd mend my television? Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision? Who'd drive the
consequences Suffer the consequence [Esham] I'm always a witness to some type of crime The City I live in'll make ya lose ya mind If you see a drive