Translation: was. Flowers Of The Sea.
drop jewels They hope we might chill the heights real Still we got fire that will melt your ice grill Know the deal once we hit record Hit the floor, new era
stopped by Bin Laden So September 11th marks the era forever Of a revolutionary Jay Guevero Now it's a whole museum of Hov' Mcers Everybody dupin' the flow
red stripes Last Train to Paris, around the world in these red Nikes Che Guevara of the New Era, test me Louisville Slugger, you'll get buried in my New Era
on the floor When I'm comin' through the door Bringin' nothin' but terror Causing much to the nigga that dared us Trying to put a twist in this thugsta era
niggas on the floor when I'm comin through the door bringin nothin but terror Causing much to the nigga that dared us trying to put a twist in this thugsta era
almost Look good as I do with all my jewels on choppa cost 100 dollaz came with 50 shots 100 karet bracelet it cost me 5 blocks new era fitted 39.99
high, high, I get high, high, high, high (Everyday, every night) I get high, high, high, high (All the time) High Everyday I need an ounce and a half S.P., the only flower
heat making beats in my apron you hating and you want to erase it close your eyes when you know you can?t take it my flow interrupts your homeostasis
told 'en in the souls My goal is to sit on the globe like North Poles And that's the top mane; goin' hammer like a glock can All flowing grammar; no
like Mike, but the man in the mirror don't know if he's black or white And that makes me mad (Backwards scratching) Who's bad? [Ynot] Now can I bust in this era
found I think I am losing what's left of my mind To the 20th century deadline We are the class of, the class of 13 Born in the era of humility We are
the poom poom nanny nanny And mo' money With me pink bunny and the G You just in the D J.E. era, chromed out carreras Sex, boozin', and nonstop I flow
, The Bronx in the hidouse Newark, New Jersey, rock rock on, word is bond I'm comin' in swarms, so turn your flashlights on Due to difficulty, my style flows
m so sick-wid-it It just happened on a song, I feel it in my eyes My urrs and in my nose, my fingers and my toes Translated into flows, man rap gon' need
to the players, thugs, hustlers and pimps (we run shit) All around the world You know I do my thing, baby, cuban link full eclipse Terror squad, new era
Yeah This is classic shit right here, vintage shit Go get ya tape decks ready You know I had to bring 'em back Terror era's the squad man Yeah uh yo uh
