[Chorus:] First the gun draws and you know, that something's happening Then darkness falls and oh, your heart beats rapidly Be prepared because, war is coming You can't be scared now, when the streets is calling you
[Verse 1:] Good evening, My name's Mr. Bullet I respond to the index when you pull it, the trigger So make a note, take a vote Quick man, nickname's Quaker Oates 'cause Whether domestic violence or coke deals See how less has changed brain matter to oatmeal And when I kill kids they say shame on me Who the fuck told you to put they names on me? White man made me venom to eliminate Especially when I'm in the hood, I never discriminate Just get in 'em, then I renovate Flesh, bone, ain't nothing for me to penetrate And it can happen so swiftly One false move might just shift me If I'm in-lodged and your soul's not claimed I'll remind that ass when it's about to rain like
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:] Would the new method of murder be arson or firebombs? If the cost of a single bullet was more than the firearm Strange that is, when all exits are final Point blank range that is My attitude is cold and callous Killed Kings in Tennessee Presidents in Dallas And if the past be known, at last we know What happened that afternoon on the Grassy Knoll It's what made a widow of Jackie O. The government hired Lee Harvey to blast me though Fatality shot entered from the right temple Was not fired from a six-story window Can it be that it was all so simple, But yet remains so painful to rekindle I come through your city I'm hot Whether you're jiggy or not Whether your Biggie or 'Pac "When the Gun Draws"
(One) One for the money (Two) Two for the show (Three) Three to get it crackin' in the hood (Let's Go!)
My rrrrhymes pop like them 9's they claim they tote But they rrrrap lack luster shine My shit bust like Busta RRRRhymes sniffin' lines of coke (Wooooo Haaaaa!!) That's all she wrote I'm on a quest to qualify for these inquisitive quotes Quirk ass MCs be as Queer as Folk Talkin' about, "Nigga can rap!" - No shit sherlock Y'all MCs can't see me like Matt Murdock I'm the pinnacle rhyme kid Any line of mine is criminal minded I blind them with original rhyme shit Fall in line with the set, cynical crime shit Clinically approved for you to move your behind with, timeless All world girls willin' to stride with Pharoahe, do you need to be reminded? Now stick'em up a set Get'em up a set Put'em up a set (Let's Go!)
(Pre-hook) (Yeaaaaa, How we rock) (Show them how we, Ro-o-oll) (Ye-e-ea yea ey yea)(Let's GO!)
(Hook) Line it up! Light it up! Fire it up! Wire me up, Let it blow (One) One for the money (Two) Two for the show (Three) Three to get it cracking in the hood (Let's Go!)
(Verse 2) They research my stem cells, clone ten of me Send one of them back in time just to get rid of me Stop Pharoahe Monch from having verbal epiphanies Now thats new definition to your own worst enemy Ock listen man Stop snitchin' man We use sex to cell Then you to 'Nex-to-tel', then Sprint Everything you represent is E-moral 'Singular'...not plural You and your sidekick, get rid of that wack trio I freeze MCs zero degrees below The 'blacker the berry', the sweeter the juice You need to get loose, to the heat i produce From Long Beach to Boston You chick 'Tex-us' like Dallas and Austin I spark tireless illumination Fire 16-bars of wireless communication (Let's Go!)
(Pre-hook)
(Hook)
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(Verse 3) (Scratches and mixes of Pharoahe Monch lyrics) (Pharoahe's flows blows shows) (The M-O-N-C-H) (M-O-N-C-H) (Y'all know the name) (Let's Go!) (Hallelujah! Pharoahe Monch will do ya) (The M-O-N-C-H) (Y'all know the name) (Let's Go!)
I've got just what you want. You've got just what I need. You want my body baby, so let me plant the seed.
You are my heart's delight. You set my soul a fire. I wanna. Doin' you. You make me hot.
If I know who that nigga and the other thinking it's wishful Sick wit it with a ridiculous flow Take over, make over, move over. Jokes over, flows over, who Told ya?
It's a down, except I flipped the script. From the window to the wall just get low. Rock and roll, hip-hop music, and disco T dot O to Atlanta to Frisco
Rufis, oh yeah, with a new twist oh So y'all can get a gist of the rhyme that I do not miss. I will not fail. Please take a glimpse at the time at your own risk. I will not bail.
Fuck da boys, grab the flock. The planet rock. The fiends and the fan on the block. Team's scheme on the knock. My hand, you want, dreams of your man.
Oh! Oh!
I've got just what you want. (What I want) You've got just what I need. (What I need) You want my body baby (Body baby) So let me plant the seed. (Plant the seed)
You are my heart's desire. (Heart's Desire) You set my soul on fire. (Soul on fire) I wanna. Doin' you. You make me hot.
Grab the master's plans with ease. Those seeds can't see past me.
No patch in the plan, the raps are not flash . Free at last- We never recycle the same songs from last week.
Thank God almighty , we are free at last. We went back to ash, before raps harassed me. No relax. Do not pass. Do not ask me. But you can get backstage where you can see ass free.
Elope- The Goat. Nigga vote for ya boy. I hope ya lied to the rope and the board. Smokin the dope. Relate to the gate. To the words you wrote, with the moving the scales ya say:
I've got just what you want. (What I want) You've got just what I need. (What I need) You want my body baby (Body baby) So let me plant the seed. (Plant the seed)
You are my heart's delight. (Heart's Desire) You set my soul on fire. (Soul on fire) I wanna. Doin' you. You make me hot.
I've got just what you want. (What I want) You've got just what I need. (What I need) You want my body baby (Body baby) So let me plant the seed. (Plant the seed)
You are my heart's delight. (Heart's Desire) You set my soul on fire. (Soul on fire) I wanna. Doin' you. You make me hot.
How's everybody feeling out there? You want my body baby? I'll give you my body baby. You want it. I'll give it to ya. (mumbling) You want my body baby?
(dialog between erykah and lil girl) -you're beautiful you know that? -uh huh -do you know that? -yes -you do? -um hmm -you know when them kids tease you? -uh huh -don't you ever worry about that because you're very beautiful. do you know you're beautiful? -um hmm -are you ready? -ma i love you. -i love you
1st verse (pharoahe monch)
he pushed her down and called her black and ugly she asked why must you tease me, he laughed at her said your from africa your hair is peasey your skin is dark and greasy and plus you are so beneath me please trust me it wasnt easy for diamond it scarred her deeply plays like a ??offender bass?? to my self thought how much does gender play rememberin' such hatred at this tender age if i could send a mental page my thoughts would end the rage reminiscin' of the looks to her in class i gave my eyes would say
hook (erykah)
hold on, im sure theres so much more, to live for if you hold on, things'll change c'mon be strong and hold on, im sure theres so much more, to live for as you grow strong things'll change no pain, no gain
2nd verse
please be willing to fight for your will to spite writings from Will-i-am lynch mill-i-ons tried to rise like helium but died in the fields and the trenches cries from the killing is senseless eyes to the ceiling it quinches a thirst in the feeling thats endless the prize like a rain that rinses the soul and cleanses ya mind from white picketed fences heads up ya ass, splinters and face meant to they ride and ?bench us? the masters pastored disaster them fascious bastards they crafted this hazardous plan and still has us broken ??advanted?? we shoulder the struggle with the wieght of a boulder that muffles the sound of provocative ????? the pieces of puzzles incompleted, only deleted to be push to the back of ya mind like a hairline that has receded now we repeated, the process but never weeded the problem out heeded the warnings but never proceeded to solve it no forward progress, its obvious the soul is gone, i meditate and pray that these words will somehow allow you to...
3rd verse
see now diamond is priceless, timeless how she maneuvers like Heimlich in this new world it reminds me of isis she knows now that her complexion is a holy device a protection from UV rays in this negative time of crisis like a knife that butter slices easily to anger she reacts pious like a cell protectin itself from a virus twice as strong as her demeanor now she is Raekus God is what you see now when you peer inside her iris
erykah
diamond your so beautiful you can change this world if you want to girl oh ooooo cmon grow strong
[Verse 1:] Liquor-way your fears Don't run and hide Just open up Let me come inside Earth is what heaven is Once we get into it It's no need to speak Just want to do it You feelin' depressed Give it to me Your stress Give it to me Uhh Give it to me
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:] Very provocative, plus a little deeper You mind if I get a little deeper Got something to share with you I got wisdom to teach you Sexiest spot, something to reach you In the clothes you were born in Late in to night, again in the morning Say, schboo, your face, your taste, your skin, space, I'm in
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:] Seventies black zodiac poster positions Venus and Mars is the god kiss the star system Recepshirage dick is hard with the bard's rhythm Stay up the paws, lick at guitars with the god's wisdom It's starting to rain (yes) Such a beautiful pain (give it to me) Undisputable claims (give it to me) For a suitable
I now pronounce you husband and wife You may kiss the bride
Cops comin', shots fired, babies cry, I cry Wishin' I could change but this is just my life Cops comin', shots fired, babies cry, I cry Wishin' I could change but this is just my life
God, why is my wife bleedin?? Sheet covers her face, paramedics are leavin? Her eyes are closed, it's apparent she's not breathin? I'm a little confused about what it is I'm seein?
Plus, there's a naked man on my lawn Police in the livin? room with all of they guns drawn Out and the last thing I remember is Uh, last thing I remember is
I received a text page from Julio Who expressed that I left my cell phone in the studio Right underneath the disc with the Pro Tools Next to a six pack of O'Douls and some soul food
Yeah, and I was on my way home Exit the expressway to use the payphone But fuck it, 'cause my wife isn't back from her trip I sneak [Incomprehensible] into the house And she'll never expect it, except that
Cops comin', shots fired, babies cry, I cry Wishin' I could change but this is just my life Cops comin', shots fired, babies cry, I cry Wishin' I could change but this is just my life
He put the gun in my hand Told me go take my revenge Killin? him won't make it go away It's only gon? bring more pain
I tied his hands behind his back to the night stand, fast Ropes made bruises on his light skinned ass See, I can play games too Yeah, that's what I told him when he came to
Now look, see what the game and the fame do? Made a deranged mind out of someone in your same crew Fuck man, we grew up together Run DMC, tougher than leather
With the same outfits, forty deuce Takin' flicks like what, shit Why did you fuck my wife, man? You should?ve took my life, man
I switched the gun into my right hand The sweat accumulated on his forehead, I saw red, he said Now was it worth it, man? Was it everythin? you imagined? Was it perfect?
He put the gun in my hand Told me go take my revenge Killin? him won't make it go away It's only gon' bring more pain
He put the gun in my hand and told Told me to go take my revenge Killin? him won't make it go away, no It's only gon' bring more pain
Took you to be my lawfully wedded wife To have, to hold, to love and cherish but Death did us apart, what a coincidence Now, perhaps the police will be convinced
That it was an accident If I'm accurate and careful with the evidence This motherfucker trespassin? up my residence And to believe those vile set a precedence From the start I should have been obvious, I never did
Prevalent, the wicked debauchery and decadence Was carried out with such masterful excellence And this is the stick where you rip my heart It was natural to transform murder into art
And the weight of my conscience would knowingly carry 365 days to the date that we was married Thoughts of how would achieve the murder would vary We're closer than ever, together we'll be buried 'cause
Evil eyes that bide, how they go You [Incomprehensible] lied to me, what did they see? I just lost control, had to let you go I cry but slowly you try, so slowly you die
Buried alive in the grave, too exhausted to climb out Before dirt was tossed on me, come to find out Old friend of mine she sleepin? with committed the crime In the past three years, switched identities six times
And all the while I'm devoted to love and loyalty They plotted on my publishin? checks and royalties She's thinkin? it?s true love, he's scammin? her for the quop [Incomprehensible] to devise my own intuitive plot
Put the pros on him, launched the probe on him Now harm him, pen him, get him exactly where I wanted him Cornered him, now his mission is aborted You are about to be professionally extorted
Guess who you're 'bout to murder tonight? Miss pretty brown eyes while she sleeps under the moonlight Do it and bounce, the keys to the crib, you'll find under the mat In the front of the house, just do it, word out
Evil eyes that bide, how they go You [Incomprehensible] lied to me, what did they see? I just lost control, had to let you go I cry but slowly you try, so slowly you die
(Kweli talking) Yeah... Yeah! That's what I'm talkin about! Let's do it... Kanye West, c'mon turn me up and Black Thought, c'mon turn me up and Pharoahe Monch, c'mon turn me up and Talib Kweli in the house with
(Hook: Kanye West) Guerrilla monsoon rap - all the shorties like "who dat?" Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat?" Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black And ya crew, give me dap like true dat We come through and all the shorties like "who dat?" Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat?" Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black And ya crew, give me dap like true dat
(Black Thought) Yo, I hit these emcees with the grip of death like I was a Vulcan Ain't a lot of "ifs" an "ands", it's just straight talkin It's hard to swallow at times, so take portions Bitin off more than you can chew, create offense Emcee species endangered like dolphins Rappers is spittin nails into they own coffins (c'mon) Hear come the Dundee moves rocket-launchin (yeah) Black Thought, quit playin him close and back up off him
(Talib Kweli) Kweli -- spruce to the tree, Bruce to the Lee The real emcee, that your favorite rapper used to be One by one I knock 'em out like Schoolly D - my rhymes is eulogy A flea could move a tree, before ya think ya movin me I black and blue emcees - actin new to me, get smacked stupidly That lack skills, like the black community lack unity (uh) Still my rhymes heard like Ali DePhrase Step off the stage to shouts of "Kweli boomayyay!!"
(Pharoahe Monch) See these four emcees came to get down Rearrange the rap game, change ya whole sound Nigga YOU, got ta, understand the plot ta Movin and groovin and always improvin alot-ta I'll outfox the, average Porsche Boxster talk Break the bank on some old Frank Sinatra (New York...) Slash Chi-Town, slash Philly Check the blast from Geneva, you can get slapped silly
(Hook)
(Black Thought) Okay... my sound drenches, each of the five senses And hold the shock value of electrified fences It's truth or consequences, ride wit us or against us Is you a dedicated soldier, or you a princess, dog? I'm in it to win it and not for the wealth Got a crib with a Grammy and a gat on the shelf Nan nigga competition, gotta battle myself And me and Kweli on a mission, hittin' Pharoahe for help
(Talib Kweli) From natives walkin in trail of tears to players sippin Belvedere We always comin well prepared, and all my dogs' smellin fear PLUS, even my niggaz from the Bay they say you hella-scared Truth or consequences, and all senses be well-aware Your style - under-developed there, hell if I care What hardship you claim to see, but I can tell by your stare Nigga you fool gazin, sayin ya crew blazin like sayin Miss Cleo is a true Jamaican, we makin...
(Pharoahe Monch) Guerrilla monsoon rap, smell the fumes, get in tune wit it When I attack your city, y'all gon' think Dr. Doom did it Spit it like white trash in seed-spittin contests With a vendetta that sent a betta letter bomb to Congress I'm pissed - cumulus clouds of ominous Words of the Thor, the rawness that'll restore ya calmness Unless, you wanna be leg and armless That's parapaleg' for those who believe in bomb threats
[Pharoahe Monch:] Dear Mom, Alana's in her second trimester Stressed out 'Cause I'm gone, she acting all extra We're happy cause she knows it's a girl But we doubtful if we should bring another one in the world An' the pic you sent with you and the kids is da bomb; I'm keepin all my photos in my 23rd Psalm My best friend Armani lost her arm at the border Just tryin to restore a little peace and order, an' It's strange cause she reads the koran Torn between what side she needs to be on Haven't slept for days I squeeze Visine Cause no man's eyes should see what I've seen Soldiers lost their mind Robbin, pillagin Tomahawk missiles into civilian villages And they ease the pain with narcotics I'm scared but I'm tryin to remain patriotic
[Justin Timberlake:] My father Forgive us cause we know not what we doin And my brothers How we gonna tie up all these loose ends? And my mother Tryin to use ev'rything you taught me to keep it movin' And my brothers & sisters How we gonna tie up all these loose ends? [Pharoahe Monch] New message from mom, at Bringbackthetroopsdot-com:At Home they 'Nam So sad you had to miss Shavonne's prom Just some songs off the Marvin Gaye Whats going on album And her smile lit up the room She asks me If at night when she stares at the moon Is it possible at the same moment of time You're starin' as well? 'cause you two were in tune Your dad's Purple Heart now hangs over his ashes, An' Trini's alive and wake up with hot flashes They say the disease's gastric -- Have yet to explain the migraines and rashes And have you seen what the price of gas is? We can't afford the property taxes We just want you back at home Where you belong with your family You're the backbone
[Justin Timberlake:] My father Forgive us 'cause we know not what we doin' And my brothers How we gonn tie up all these loose ends? And my mother Tryin to use ev'rything you taught me to keep it movin' And my brothers & sisters How we gonna tie up all these loose ends?
Tell me how can we live this way We've gone so far astray No one knows what to say We got young peoples lives at stake What is it gonna take For us to find a way?
[Will.I.Am:] The world is changin We in danger 'cause We ain't changin Our behaviour We behave like Calm is nothing Aint concerned with Repercussions Aint that somethin Check 'em out now Pointin fingers When they know how We got to this point of terror Precaution could have Made the road clearer But we stuck with Mediocre leadership So we'll just suffer Who knows what the Hell is going on With conflicts they keep on growing It's a fucked up situation When you ain't got no education On the problem Or know what its about You gotta help me out
As we move forward towards the new millennium We will no longer communicate with vocal inflections It will be necessary to communicate through telekinesis We will open your mind and concentrate harder Focus, focus, focus, focus Hey brother, what it is
[Verse 1:] Raps like Star Wars Only the stars die, it's no sequels B-3 cases, C3P0's Before Morpheus and Neo was killing 'em We was duckin' roulettes in the hood like Remo Williams Understand an underground bomb-cipritate Get serious or die laughing like John Ritter Young Eastwood, just tryin' to eat good Breathe easy, relax Mac like Fleetwood Keep snoring Keep sleeping, I'll keep touring Come back, lay in the cut like Neosporin Came out of the fallopian blastin' Pharoahe hungrier than Ethiopians fastin' Flies all in my teeth, stomach stickin' out Niggas want dibs on the weed but ain't kickin' out See this is not American Idol This is me tryin' to eat, human survival Spit at your favorite rapper, take his title Stick needles in his eyeballs 'til his signs are no longer vital This ain't that I'm not them These ain't those rhymes, I'm not him This is more like cocaine all night Shine like the new five halogen fog-lights No More like sunshine One line in your mind to remind you of when you were nine Before you were bustin' cherries it wasn't necessary to grind them Now we all on our grizzly And you got the nerve to press Frisbees What it is
"What it is"
[Verse 2:] If I'm not home on the range Catch me at the range, practicing my aim Gat you in your brain, shame They thought I was backpacks Slept, didn't know that he kept inside the knapsack Today's niggas do skate-by-hits Run in your crib on some Queer Eye for the Straight Guy shit But not homosexuals they master in gunplay Rearrange your furniture, fix your feng shui They be swearin' it's cute But a B up in the glovebox, cutter in the boot With the sex appeal, and no ice either To fight the bear arms, I'm not talkin' wifebeaters either When they see me they say "That's that nigga" My last name should be "That's that nigga" Sounds kinda nice, "Pharoahe that's that..." Never catch me with them plastic cat fast niggas With the flow that's so influential Niggas fucked up they get no instrumentals now Next time you spittin' on mine Bet your bottom dollar you be spittin' over rhymes What it is
(Hook) You can take my ways, shackle and chain me Back straight, standin' tall , child of God I'm (Free!) Spit in my face, hold me down I keep my feet firm to the ground cause I'm (Free!)
(Verse 1) Ya A&R's the house nigga, the label is the plantation Now switch that advance for your emancipation You seeds in the field, like picked cotton for real I pop glocks like Beat street with an option to kill They take the strongest of slaves to compete in a track meet For the king of the city, sing songs of back streets Choruses of cocaine tales and black heat Only to trade niggas like professional athletes They'll take that merchandising Snatch that publishing Pack that black ass, ship you to London Buy a way to France, Germany, Dublin A real rogue from underground like Harriet Tubman While y'all stay struggling, we smuggle MCs through the streets They'll be bubblin' on mixed CDs, hustlin' Klan seen me on the block and said, "Freeze!" I said, "Fuck you! I'm a man, I'm Free!"
(Hook)
Ok...
(Verse 2) I give birth to verses in churches with no confession So please pardon my postpartum depression A-list MCs can spit it in C-sections For immature minds to get it with each lesson Three Fifth's of a man ask nigga with no plans, "How you discussin' publishing figures without a ?Man.?" They got digital codes on the music for them to scan So even when you sample a snare you payin' the clan Now Google Pharoahe Monch, search "trescadecaphobia" (triskaidekaphobia") I'll explain while these 'City Banks' 'watch over ya/Wachovia' I peeped the future in my sleep To be honest man, we never had a 'Mutual' relationship with 'Washington' (Why?) Cause i believe they put the virus in the latex Condoms that they sell us, call it "Safe Sex" When i spit, they not only call it just a glitch in the Matrix But an errorless, terror threat that they aint even face yet
(Hook) Said it's my desire!! Yes it is! yeeeaaah Yes it is, yes it is, oh yea....
Comprehend the guidelines My chest out, chinchilla'd or relaxed on the sidelines I'm so famous, understand New York City respect my game like Joe Nameth And I protect my name like yo' anus...in prison Y'all don't hear me Y'all don't listen Y'all just wanna shine Y'all just wanna glisten Floss, knowin' the soul is still missin' Who am I? I'm the poetical pastor Slave to a label but i own my master Still get it poppin' without artist and repertoire Cause Monch is a "Monarch", minus the A & R When my brain excels Your train derails Pop shit, make you feel the 'Clipse'/clips like Pharell You will feel me You will admire My struggle My hustle My soul Desire
(Hook 2)
(Hook)
Said its myyyyy desire yeeaaaah
My book's an ovary, the pages i lust to turn My pen is the penis, when i write the ink's the sperm Desire - the fire that ignites the torch that burns This is not rocket science, this is easy to turn My mic's a gavel, when i talk court's ajurned Respect, even if you was 'ashes' you couldn't 'urn' I embody antibiotics, you are infected with germs Rap's fatally ill, please get concerned Players pick turns to play, get burned I telecommentate the game like Chick Hearn This is the moment of truth for my opponent's ?alliance? Vocals alone evoke the emotion of black choirs Fire, you don't wanna get burned like Richard Pryor Move back, who's that there, the livewire You will feel me You will admire My struggle My hustle My soul Desire
(Hook 2)
(Bridge) Thats my desire Keep pushin' Keep strivin'
I live my life One day at a time Hold my head So I don't lose my mind Sometimes you might fall down But you get back up Get on your journey Yeah, keep on pushin' Pushin', pushin', pushin'
I walked downstairs And my body's light Done pushed my struggles Endured my pride I fear no man I know wrong from right We push until the day we see the light And we keep on pushin' Pushin', pushin', pushin'
Your weak-ass compubot power shots mix fly over me My accurate jabs connect like rotary Make you notice me, be like: "Damn, dudes on some totally when he rides the bass line like Ginobili" I'm vocally unmatched, nobly With the flow, slow on the ground But mo' public than notary Push, in this era of G.W. Bush We must load mental ammunition and bust Thus, I'm a hold you down, I got you One more repetition I'm a spot you This is for my blue collar workin', beer guzzlin' Bootleg, DVD sellin', keep hustling Push, if you represent the struggle then push Peep the pieces of the puzzle and push Never let 'em place a muzzle just push
Keep on, keep on, keep on, keep on (Push, push, push, push)
[Intro] In a time when we're spending billions of dollars in a war to control oil in Iraq 3,000 soldiers have come home in coffins Hundreds of thousands of Iraq civilians have lost their lives Our brothers and sisters in New Orleans are left homeless and hungry They murdered Sean Bell They murdered Amadou Diallo They murdered Timothy Stansbury And it's time to say NO MORE! NO MORE!, NO MORE!, NO MORE!, NO MORE!
[Verse 1] I got so much trouble on my mind, refuse to lose Here's your ticket (uh), hear the drummer get wicked The crew to you to push the back to Black Attack so I sat and japped, then slapped the Mac Now I'm ready to mike it (huh) Hear my favoritism roll "Oh" Never be a brother like to go solo Lazer, Anastasia, maze ya Ways to blaze your brain and train ya The way I'm livin, forgiven, what I'm givin up X on the flex (hear me now) I don't know about later As for now I know how to avoid the paranoid Man I've had it up to here Gear I wear got 'em goin in fear Rhetoric said, it read just a bit ago Not quittin, it signed the hard rhymer Work to keep from gettin jerked Changin some ways, to way back in the better days Raw metaphysically bold, never follow the code Still dropped a load Never question what I am, God knows Cause it's comin from the heart What I got better get some (um hum) Hustler of culture Snakebitten, been spit in the face But the rhymes keep fittin Respects been givin, how's ya livin? Now I can't protect a pad off the defect Check the record of reckon An intentional wreck Played off as some intellect Made the call, took the fall, broke the laws Not my fault that they're fallin off Known as fair square, throughout my years So I growl at the livin foul
Black to the bone my home is your home So welcome to the Terrordome
[Break] Come on down (get down) You can get it, get it, get it, get it Come on down ... You can get it, get it, get it, get it
Get down You can get it, get it, get it, get it
[Verse 2] There's a hole in an apple, an apple has been rotten Scheme like a clan, I plan like Bin Laden Supreme, screen writer, slit, script editor Drop the LP, many hit like Nesbula 7 years later, it's the year of the Gods United States government is just the facade The Catholic church got ties with the Mob I see it all like "The Wizard of Oz" Now there's a yellowbrick road, the fame which is yours If you only had a brain, you would know who you are Poison your ventilation, cut your education Secret information, world domination Take over reservations Trigger the energies in the oceans for tsunmais to control the population Eyes of the sky, hit an observation If your over 65 we'll take over your medication Like give me that (give me that), form a line (form a line) Go to war (go to war), press rewind Cause when I get mad, I put it down on the pad Give you somethin that you never had Controllin, fear of high rollin God bless your soul and keep livin Black to the bone, my home is your home Well welcome to the Terrordome
[Break] Come on down (get down) Get it, get it, get it, get it ... Come on down Get it, get it, get it, get it ...
