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I drilled a wire through my cheek
And let it down and out my sleeve

And as your pulling out the best of me
Yeah which never ever comes
This
gave me the courage and the will to live
When I was so heartsick and blue
And my lonely hours seemed to fly quickly by, dear
When I was thinking of you
headwaters will flow
Clean through to your mouth."

In return I'll request a small sanctuary
By her banks where we will live with our small family
She
forms to mental sections
Beats is cooked, base burnin' like it's lava
Throwin' shit together more iller than Mcgyver
I never tire, spirit live like a wire
forms to mental sections
Beats is cooked, base burnin' like it's lava
Throwin' shit together more iller than Mcgyver
I never tire, spirit live like a wire
wire 
Yesterday's a collar that has settled round my waist 

Today keeps slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste 
Tomorrow is a daydream,
to keep you gruntin'
My name is Cool J, I'm from the rock
Circulating through your radio non-stop
I'm lookin' at the wires behind the cassette
And now I'm
gunz me and Dutch coming through
Rock Ruck you and your crew fuck the boys in blue
This be BuckTown around these grounds they don't roam
'cause we
sick
I got a shepherds crook as a walking stick
And I'm heading on

My heart's gone blue
And I've done wrong by you
I don't know what to do but I'm
word up, hip-hop is live like a wire 
Let's get a little bit before the whole joint expire 
I got to stress it again 
You see it's for my Ken
to her I said hello
She said you're kind of cute I said yes I know
But by the way sweetheart what's your name
She said my friends like to call me exotic
I said hello
She said you're kind of cute I said yes I know

But by the way sweetheart what's your name
She said my friends like to call me exotic
to her, I said hello
She said, You're kind of cute, I said, Yes, I know

But by the way, sweetheart, what's your name?
She said, My friends like to call
to her I said hello
She said you're kind of cute I said yes I know
But by the way sweetheart what's your name
She said my friends like to call me exotic
on sunset through sun-up to sunset
Niggas be on some pimp shit
But you already know this
If you ever know this
By the looks of me baby I'm holdin'
And I
Priest kissed by the widow spider that spit saliva
I write for lifers and boxers at rikers
I write pain
Blue ink replaced the blood in my veins
Thug in
me in the wildest beefs, I bring bombers

Bearded like Talibans, booted, my black ninjas
I'll come through, tuxedos on with the gold llamas
Priceless
I got this"
Long armor, construction's on, I'm pro-drama
Catch me in the wildest beefs, I bring bombers
Bearded like Talibans, booted, my black
couldn't survive without my radio

Terrorizing my neighbors with the heavy bass
I keep the suckers in fear by the look on my face
My radio's bad from
cutthroat, live through the wire
The West Coast G's is on fire

Chorus...

??? & YOUNG PROD:

Freestylin' to a instrumental in a rental
Q-fo'-fever, evil side
can barely see me through
Spit a thousand volts out my cheeks like Pikachu, smell me?
Basically there ain't shit you can tell me; my mind's made up
And my radio's loud enough to keep you gruntin'
My name is Cool J, I'm from the rock
Circulating through your radio non-stop
I'm lookin' at the wires
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
land 
Cause justice has been banned 
So it's play dirty or die by the hand 
That's holding all the guns 
Plunged, deep into religion was my first
back, take your bitch again
Because you throw a five I pitch a ten
Now she want to get inside of my sixty six
She sees my wrist blue and yellow like