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Through the Cracks of Death (Abscess) · Suzie Cracks the Whip (Blues Traveler) · Pavement Cracks [Remix] (Annie Lennox) · Through the Cracks (Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers) · Suzie Cracks the Whip (Blues Traveler) · Cracks in the Sidewalk (Alfonso Marra Bax) · Suzie Cracks the Whip (Blues Traveler) · Cracks (Hexadecimal) · Stuff Up the Cracks (Pavement) · The Cracks (3 Years Hollow) – and 90 other albums »


judge a book
But if they really took the time to look

Then they will see the cracks in Mr. Perfect
Yeah
They will see the cracks in Mr. Perfect
portray you making people judge a book
But if they really took the time to look
Then they would see the cracks in Mr. Perfect (Yeah)
They would see
Yo Lionel, I went by the bar man, guess they told me outta jail?
Who dat?
They said Mr. Trouble's outta jail!
Mr. Trouble dem outta jail?
They
They say God is perfect, and I say he blew it

Are you a grown crack baby born in the '80s?
Are you a grown crack baby born in the '80s?
Are you
yo dre bring in the bass 

Hey Mr. dope man you think 
Your slick you sold crack to my sister and now she's sick but if she 
Happens to die becuase
Mr. Big, but not because of my size.

8Ball: I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my block
Sellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks.
Sellin
[Intro: Tim Westwood (Mr. Tibbs) {Skinnyman ]

Yo this is Westwood

I'm at Radio 1 just doin' my thing tonight

And just walked into this
will) 

Mr. Sandman, bring 'em a dream, infa-red light beams 

Homicide scene, perfect world 

By any means get cream 

Just don't let it come
(Enter the mind of Tech N9ne)
Laurie Strode, I got a gory soul, so the story goes
Should have never killed another one to get a bit of lovin' in me
Congregate, associate 
Don't f--k yo'self procrastinate 
Dilate, to an all time great 
Calculate the next move I make 
Crack the safe, keep that ace 
In my
hoes that's 'posed to be yo's
Seein' my haters in a dark alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x)
Now here's the message
Liberate
then I fade into the wind
Hiden by the night, reflected by moon
Soon comes the wrath of blacks actual facts
Pistol cracks..
a student what
Rule one
Yo respect if you lose son
Don't be big back about to learn to move dunn
All hell to niggas in jails
With sharks in they
Uh, Straight off the back
I come straight off my back with a gun like I'm in Iraq
And in fact I attack and tackle, and sack and crack and crackle
(repeat 2X) 

Yeah, yo, yo, yo 
No disrespect to any architect 
Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck 
I'm a MC director, rhyme inspector 
Rated top
I, leap over lies in a single bound (Who are you?)
The Black Prophet
One day I got struck by Knowledge of Self
It gave me super-scientifical powers
to TECH N9NE
Everybody want to be down with a nigga
Women get a whiff of the money
Thinking of taking it from me
They get up in the club
Giving the love
of Roscoe's name being a houshold name
We ballin, ghetto fabulous, just trying to do my thang
In this dope game switchin four lanes

[Hook: Mr. Kane]
I'm
This for my man yo, word up

"I got a 187 on the corner of Farmers boulevard in Linden."
"Uh, drug related?"
"The usual."

I don't mean this in
Kweli 
This once in a lifetime like a Halley's comet 
Yo, we bring it to Medina like the prophet Mohammed 

Mos Def and Mr Man: 
Peace be upon he,
the name of Mr. Shifty Switchblade
Getting paid in the shade
As lyrics ricochet,
Of the walls
From the ceiling to the floor
Off the door
And down
Yo, yo, yo 
From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene 
Now I see everything 
Niggas who sling 
Shaolin' cats thrown inside a bing
a cold heart jeans, surrounded by the crack heads and dope fiends
The type of no hope seems, life stays in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve, then carried
Kweli 
This once in a lifetime like a Halley's comet 
Yo, we bring it to Medina like the prophet Mohammed 

Mos Def and Mr Man: 
Peace be upon he,
Mr. Slab, Mr. Candy Paint, nigga Mr. Dough
And Mr. Eighty-fo', hatin hoe, we think yo' sister know
When I hits the do', motherfuckers drop and kiss