freedom just like a waving flag And then it goes back and then it goes back And then it goes back, aho, aho, aho So many wars, settling scores All that
I glide the entire map With the frequent four alarm fire, rap straight up Put weight down, fuck around, you ate up And nigga when I eat, I mean I lick the whole plate up
cool mints Rumors spread, half a G she took, six or more Two bagged up, four went raw Back of my mind countin up the big score Violators from the door, she lookin up
call Bout dem want fi dis Basement Jaxx after all When we check it out dem a brain it small Seven time rise seven time will fall Dubplate pop out a mash up
and black patented leather On half naked honeys who forgot about the weather Fuck an exhibition, and warm up scrimmage Shoot more words that Macho Man
INTRO: (Saukrates) [Common] Word up, Saukrates in the house [yeah, yeah] 'Bout to turn it all out again Y'all niggas check my shit out, word up check
like I stand pretty much unseen But I open my eyes and beams come out Gimme, gimme symphonies Gimme more than the life I see Score rise up, angels play
through Oh, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Everything's waiting We will rise with the wings of the dawn When everything's new, when everything's new Let us rise up
Roc get the gin, I'm gon bring the hen We don't give a fuck, we get fucked up Nigga throw up from the floor 'Bout the throw up gotta hold the wall Overload
hustle 'bout to rise I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five A week went by, and a nigga took that dry Back to H Town, with re up about to score
upgrade But he still baked pies, and his cake would rise Like his enemy, he watched to take dives Allies, would retaliate the least Even the score, had
fucked You traded in your blues for boom, tap shoes I do shows and change all opposing views I get down, I go up as I blow up cause I got this O.M.B.
vision can't see straight off top, me ral and Mussolini was tied up, connect thinking that we wired up, once these ropes get cut I'm getting highed up
Grand Canyon Head between your knees, prepare for crash landing Hand 'em out is not my style You done, fucked up now but don't look down We too, high up
, ah I feel you checkin' me I'm all up in your steeze My favorite jam is on Don't make me wait too long So what'cha gonna do I'll back it up for you
