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Albums:

Lace (Lace) · Latin Lace/Latin Affair (George Shearing) · Spitfire Lace (The Lords) · White Lace and Strange (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Lace Up (MGK) · White Lace & Strange (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Lace Up (MGK) · Lace Up (MGK) · 80's Greatest Rock Hits, Vol. 2: Leather & Lace (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Mesh & Lace (Modern English) – and 23 other albums »


would've imagined lace up
Could've got me to the finish like track meets
And when everybody’s hot, I’m past heat
And if I don’t need the fuel, don’t gas
Lace up your Timbs, Queens, fresh off the blacktop
All foreign recital ? fiends on the backlot
Back alley Bronson always cookin' up a mad plot
better.
No one's gonna lace you, like I do
I get around babe, I'm a straight gamer.

Verse 1 *(Black C)*

Chapter one
I'm blowin up the scene wit my gun
This life will fade away so I would appreciate,
Each moment of each day life's quick don't flip move slow your wrestling

Looking lavished I lace
try to face this 

The Naughty by the Nature gonna lace this 

Track, we be the cream of the pack 

Don't come up in my face with bullshit 'cause
on my hat in
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Drive by homicide
R.I.P. tats in Ol' English Westside 'til I die
Niggas pourin' out that Ol' English
on my hat in
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Drive by homicide
R.I.P. tats in Ol' English Westside 'til I die
Niggas pourin' out that Ol' English
(ya'll n****z want this b****)
You think you're f***in slick?

N**** f*** you, eat a fat boy,
Do I stack on p**** platnum and lace,
Ain't no smile
And the plan to conserve this confused violent land
Different races, faces share the same spaces
Sewed by arrogant laces
Taste t his peace is real sweet
Extra
The blind stares
Of a million pairs of eyes
Lookin' hard but won't realize
That they will never see
The P

(You must be goin' blind)

Give me my
what they appear to be
360 degrees, understanding, equality, cipher
Killarmy goin take you on this flight, buckle up

[P.R. Terrorist]
The Last Poet
(Two guns up motherfucker, Two guns up motherfucker (overlap)) 
Real shit
Styles P Shit
If P want you dead, I ain't comin' wit niggas 
Just
live General Emanuel 
Cell block cold crop 
Go bagged up yeah by cream cop
(FUCK THE WORLD) The way the world cold dissed me
? poppie locked for
the first arm's found we observe the art. Like a belly-acher won't kick face to the curb, rather kick when the face already raped by the worms.

El-P
somethin more positive
Instead of bein like me, a thug or gee
Tryin to stay up out the penitentiary
I got a whole army, some r.i.p.
Some stuck in a cell,
( *DJ Premier cuts up "Paula's Jam"* )
(Paula Perry)
(Paula Perry here I come)
(You want to battle)
(Paula Perry here I come again settin trends)
[Twiz (Ghostface Killah)]
Generals on deck, what's up, son?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on!)
Salute this (Library shit)
(Rock the belt, uh-huh, you
[intro: twiz (ghostface killah)]
Generals on deck, what's up, son?
(yeah, yeah, yeah... come on!)
Salut this (library shit)
(rock the belt, uh-huh,
homicides
Killers walk free, juiced off Hennessy P
So Benet Ramsey {?} me on LSD
You dicks are stupid, consider humans chopped up on Euclid
You can't prove
The blind stares
Of a million pairs of eyes
Lookin' hard but won't realize
That they will never see
The P

(You must be goin' blind)
Give me
a nap for three years, woke up still hot
I, slow the roll for the next degree
The brother next to me is the Extra P

[Large Professor]
In top
niggaz that's mad cause I'm always with they bitch 

Then you got niggaz that just don't like me 
You know the those P.H.D. niggaz 
But you know I pop
you'll get fucked up

Fam, I don't threaten dudes, that's a promise
That's honest, you can kiss my ring and pay homage
Or get smart, read books by
[Intro - talking]
Like it was before, as usual
Somethin different, the boy never sounds the same

[Verse 1]
Body by Nautilus and you ain't even with
shit tied like a shoe lace for real

I love my gang
Wherever I go, my homies come too
I love my squad
We up in this thing, like what that shit do
I love