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The words were by an English guy
The music's Scandinavian
Wenceslas was five-foot-six
He kept his face unshaven

Though
nobody til somebody kills you

You're nobody, til somebody, kills you
(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
You're nobody, til somebody, kills you
(I don't
nobody til somebody kills you

You're nobody, til somebody, kills you
(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
You're nobody, til somebody, kills you
(I don't
that old cliche.
There are certain obligations you just can't shirk,
You've got to put the heat on to make the kettle perk;
And if you want it to be
I once knew a girl by the name of Monique
She was my childhood sweetheart every day of the week
Whether PS46, or 151
After school I'd go to her
that old cliche.
There are certain obligations you just can't shirk,
You've got to put the heat on to make the kettle perk;
And if you want it to be
(Vapors)
But this is the 98 version of that
Biz Mark, one of the founders of this art
Discovered evidence of this disease and documented it
Now the name
Ah-yo, can you feel it?
I know that everybody's heard of that (Vapors)
But this is the 98 version of that
Biz Mark, one of the founders of this art
[Government of the people]
[For the people]
[By the people]

News reporter:
Earlier today in Broward County, appalling court
judges upheld
Government of the people]
[For the people]
[By the people]
News reporter:
Earlier today in Broward County, appalling court
Judges upheld
throwin' epithets
And the doctor thinks a devil musta got you by your senses
But to live the way you please doesn't sound like possession
It's four long
It's the brown child, better version of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named Tiki took the cake
The greens
stickin up anything in sight
If anybody moves, let em have it
I mean that, just get the goods, fuck the crab shit
And be quick, we can't afford to lose time
spittin' sometimes
Nobody knew you bit off my rhymes
I would just be quiet, stand to the side and let that shit ride
But I'm getting tired of having
fierce", Man, I'm agasp here
Saddened by acts whose only buzz was gotten from 50 glasses of Pabst beer
Man, I'm stacked like I jacked Sears
After I smack you
to the smog, digital to analog
We steady advancing, rhyme enhancing
Simple minds can't keep up with this

(Verse 2)
I'm a put it on the table
I ain't