how to eat her and beat her Niggaz in the Bronx call me Lex 'Cause I push a Lex and I rock a Rolex And I lounge on Lex' and I love sex And I wave techs
whoa) And I appreciate the rocks and gifts that you cop me, baby And the house on the hill when you dropped like 80 On a down payment thinkin' damn ain't life gravy And
you when you go That farmer left a harvest, a home and 80 acres The faith and love for growin' things in his young son's heart And that teacher left
know it's true life's a bitch true You best to backtrack and try to act black and live Not to be phony and positive but why be negative? What's the matter
inside You go to church to find you some religion And all you hear is connivin' and gossip and contradiction and You try to vote and participate in the government And
s The Rolling Stones The Beatles and The Doors. Flower children Woodstock and the war. Ah but it's getting harder to deceive us. And we don't care if Dylan's
Green and the Trumpets Rolled up in my brain with that hay and hen Using God giving talents, slanging wealth and sin Lost in the clouds, drowing in that 80 proof And
dickface Took ol' girl on a joy ride faded off Obi Won and crashed into the Death Star's remains Tapped the right side of my heart twice entering the
shit It's just another day, drownin' my troubles with a forty That's when I got the call from this brown skin shorty She asked me where's my crew at?
can feel it all in my soul) It's soul music (It's deep down in my soul) Feel the burn (It's in my soul) It's soul music (It's deep down in my soul)
protected The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus Castin stones, crackin two-hundred and six bones And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and
more than one hoe, sit back and blow me And argue over my balls like Shaq and Kobe Yall know me, relax twist back the droey Yak and moey, fuck around and
Lord, and our hearts get cold. The end of the song wraps it up fairly nicely, "make yourself as small, just He and I and all" -- and that's how we need
on a razor blade three different souls And the lives they made I grew up in the 80's in the palisades I was listening to Devo And everybody catered
killed and I ain't cried still All my niggas getting shot, peoples mama's smoking rock And who the hell can stop these fucked up cops They like to overseaers and
