Liquid, solid, gas, we'll be kickin' ass In any form, or matter, or mass This ain't science class, I know but it's science From the rhyme boss of the
as a UFO, standin in my drawers in the hall, talkin to the walls Now a nigga's spooked, umm *Snagglepuss voice* Heavens to merkatroids, I'm looped! I'm tripping! *normal voice
s hip hop The mic needs to be a little bit more crystal) I don't want to hear the good time is coming.. Don't want to hear the voices in back of me... (
on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gun play I mastered No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record Broken down and crafted in seconds Lady's choice, the golden voice
hands on Angela Bassett I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record Broken down and crafted in seconds Lady's choice, the golden voice
Faded voice - Fuck yeah... Eminem: YEAHH! LLoyd Banks: Oh shit, its the Evil Genius Eminem: Green Lantern LLoyd Banks: Yea... Hey yo Em, what do we call
two million people in prison keep the government paid stuck in a six by eight cell alive in the grave i was made by revolution to speak to the masses
I don't rock wit hoes, I puff Optimos Your label ship gold, but only copper sold Perb got flows, everybody and God knows Fuck a bitch for two dimes, she
scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits Tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics I inspect you, through the future see millennium Killa B's sold fifty gold, sixty platinum Shacklin' the masses
see someone I used to know sleeping; in her room in her bed in her body I was in Paradise." I am awake in the sound of roses and a young girl's voice
issue is too small, No sacrifice too great, We've got to save it all, Before it is too late, Riding my bike home from critical mass, There's two
th street, a big sign, El-Pee got served in neon Trendy indie underground 'cause you haven't got a choice Take away your elitist buddies and you haven't got a voice
me, but someone asked me How long I thought that I would be allowed atop this trash heap I didn't answer cause I'm tired of criticizing the masses Inspired
my own admission I never had shit But a bad bitch Naw let me stop lying mostly they was average If you'd say my voice would be heard by the masses A dust
' you despise Envy this MC's magnitude, so realize The MC emceed, the DJ deejayed 'em Until the next time I keep you steppin to the A.M. Two for the time, two
been in this ten I've been in it five, smarten up Nas Four albums in ten years nigga? I could divide That's one every let's say two, two of them shits
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) Right Voice (Reed, Yule) candy screen wrappers of silkscreen fantastic, requiring memories, both lovely
listen to the DJ and follow the instructions Yeah, you're all so passive you drive me to destruction 'Cause you're melting yourselves down into the cogs of mass