Lyrics:
Russian Book

with which I persist Like rum in mojitos, bullets and banditos Matzah balls in soup, jackets and troop Yes, y'all, this is one for the history books

is called the Midwest I was taught and brought up there the laws to abide And that the land that I live in has God on its side Oh, the history books

Did you ever get the felling you're being followed? Are you not familiar with the Revelations of St.John The final book of the Bible, prophesied the

in their life faked an orgasm 3 people die every year, testing if a 9 volts battery works on their tongue ?The Guinness Book of Records? holds the record for being the most stolen book

know I ain't gon' make it [verse 1] Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed I put the pistol in my mouth and yell fuck the earth I worked for food stamps without the book

eyes? Come on back stage, you see the screams Ain't the screams from gunshot streams In my dreams, these screams are from hot teens And I'm barely thirteen, I pack dirty Old Russian

on the right track Now where do we go from here? Sick and tored of worthless statements Pissed off with the same old songs You stuff your moral rule book

Me work hard five days a week Sweeping garbage from the street Come home not want book to read Not 'nuff pictures for me see Sit right down in favourite

and the blacks live with the blacks But somehow we unite, through the culture of rap I'm from Brooklyn, word to the Dodgers, Russian massages Where thugs