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[Chorus]
Metal beat [Repeat: x4]

Jim Suit
Black hair
Dim skin
Gold teeth

A trickle voice like a silver sheet

The pulling of the lights
to the bar ordered ten rolls of nickels and a Schlitz
He handed Jim a fifty dollar bill from his big old fat money clip
He walked over to the pinball
looking forward to cancer, man, I want that throat cancer
That's the best kind, you know why?
You get that throat cancer, you get that voice box thing
Know
wound with gin shots
Put beef in a Slim Jim box
Bitch you wanna pinch and win slot
Clap lead until your big friend drop
Niggaz'll front until I send
David Hinds
Malcolm X
Malcolm X
Born in imaha Nebraska
May 19 year 25
Was the son of a Garvey teacher
We will keep his name alice
Youthful
like him

I said, "Jim, this ain't our kind of bar
Let's just go on out and get back in the car
'Cause there's gonna be trouble, ain't no sense in
forget 

Now let me scrub that head because it smells like fish 

B: Mr. Bozack (repeat 2X) 

E: That's your fault, black (explain) no jim hat
getting ready to leave 
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve 
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance

I said Jim don't do it
a whole new box
And I smoked 'em one by one

Two weeks later this detective shows up
Tells me that company's pressin' charges
One speedy trial later
poor hung up souls
Girls won't touch with a ten-foot pole, well

What about us
What about us
Don't want to cause no fuss
But what about us

He
poor hung up souls
Girls won't touch with a ten-foot pole, well

What about us
What about us
Don't want to cause no fuss
But what about us

He
a whole new box
And I smoked 'em one by one

Two weeks later this detective shows up
Tells me that company's pressin' charges
One speedy trial later
I pumped bomb on the calm, with no alarm
and never thought that it would get to my moms
But when she found out, she made me take the pound out
Eats but one in every ten
Leaves the others on the mat

And the mouse police never sleeps
Waiting by the cellar door
Window-box town crier
Birth
has no eyes, sole has no eyes 
Ten, nine, eight, seven 
Our own independent nuclear deterrent has helped to keep the peace. 
Six, five four, three,
like she was waitin for a train or a bus
She was waitin for jim's best man, his boy gus
Gus got slick, took the girl by the hand
And dipped the step like
as I plug to the sink box
Wu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewalk
Talk strange like B-jork, great hero Jim Thorpe
How can I put it? Life is like
poor hung up souls
Girls won't touch with a ten-foot pole, well

What about us
What about us
Don't want to cause no fuss
But what about us

He
the watch box)
And I used to sell smack like a back hand (X-15 Sharif)
And I see through you niggas like a cat scan (get em')
And fuckers getting fax like
a sign hung up above your door
'No visitors allowed in rooms, By law!'

Everybody's halo shines [Repeat: x3]
In God's Hotel.
Everybody's halo lookin'
seek no bliss

X-ray visions, eye in the sky
And the naked being led by the blind
So Bottoms up, Socrates
Hemlock straight up goes down easy

Hangin'
Owww! 
Get on down [x3]

[Erick Sermon]
Well, it's the E wit the juice, I'm down to get loose 
Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots
on the front porch, Blaze the indo
Runnin from tha cops with tha homies by tha liqour store
Somebody hit tha stach box, Pass me tha match doc
see-P-3, Caliope
x2]

[Trina:]
I see the boys break they necks when I walk on by
Fat ol' ass thick ol' thighs
Mrs. Trina baddest bitch that's right
Diamond
an 8 by 12 four-bit room
He's a man of means by no means
King of the road.

Third box car midnight train
Destination bangor, maine
Old worn-out