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to written word
Over lessons of life, the 3rd of Bass
Face up, step to a devil
Not takin, but remain invisible
Men judge by passin a mountain
called Caucus,
In the 3rd grade
It was decisions that I made
A choice of admiration turned disdain

A friendship betrayed
By the whispers of a boy who had
stand the heat
'Cause it's comin' out the kitchen givin' burns 3rd degree
Get you ace bandages and alo vera for the barbeque
The closer to the Lotus
in the 3rd degree
And to the kids you don't wanna be me
I'm up in the mix of action, where niggas wanna kill me
But it's the start of they ending my
confused about a lot of things, but not with my fate
So I'm depending on your holy ghost to guide me the way
See I'm a sinner in the 3rd degree
Ain't afraid
Congressmen in seats 

Your little raps won't even last 

in this world of cheats 



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3rd verse 



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The sun shines
"The Gas Face" like 3rd Bass
L.L. stands for Lickin' Lyor, or Lickin' Lichty
Lickin' Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they balls
Under the conference
The Magnolia projects in the 3rd ward slum
Its quite amazing that you rhyme how you do
And how you shine like you grew up in a shrine in Peru
Question 14,
management
Man, I'm like the Feds, I bring down your establishment
Under the Rico, I purchased my 3rd quarterly from Bob Cito
Got your block locked like
"The Gas Face" like 3rd Bass
L.L. stands for Lickin' Lyor, or Lickin' Lichty
Lickin' Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they balls
Under the conference
guts when shit gets real
Blood spills on tha curbs of dat 3rd
Killa connection train to serv, Magnolia niggas words
Why's dat? they say uptown's a cut
like 3rd Bass 

L.L. stands for Lickin' Lee, or Lickin' Limey 

Lickin' Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they balls 

Under the conference room table
like 3rd Bass 

L.L. stands for Lickin' Lee, or Lickin' Limey 

Lickin' Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they balls 

Under the conference room table
foul
On the 3rd planet east of Plutonia
From the poppy an extraction
Called Criddacktonite
Conceived as a weapon backed by the Supremacy
Their
of apology. The caption read, "Danger" silly boy, "You've got to know when to stop." It's just life lessons disguised as defeat. Dear God, it's happened again.
slow
Got surrounded by a sheriff down in Mexico

(Well he was steppin' right along)
I were a hot-footin' it
(But he was steppin' too slow)
It was
go by in slow time, became a man in no time,
You came along, the time was right - turned on the light.

Gonna love my life away, I wish I could, (I
a degree of a flea
Down here I see the future of life to be

It's too crowded up here
Everybody's greedy and they just won't calm down
Their intentions are
unilateral, I don't care who it matters to
I'll soon splatter you, by the full moon stabbing you
V's degree's Ph D, professional heart dismantler
part-man
steppin' too slow
Got surrounded by a sheriff down in Mexico

(Well he was steppin' right along) I were a hot-footin' it.
(But he was steppin' too slow)
not gonna take it this time
Out there in the clear!
Wrapped around by a blistering degree
I'm on top of the world and serene
Wide awake, wide awake,
lesson no second guessing
This time I'm dropping' dimes they scared to call a mother fucker out
By stupid acts or complicated rhymes
Think before you speak
and all that, we ran through that chamber dunn

Mainly stack mine, indeed it's been a long time
Let me feed y'all, fruits of life, shut up and eat y'all
don't associate with me
I'd rather, get busy to the third degree
Cause the wrong population's on infinitely
If this was the street, my razor would be
a sick-minded freak, six minds kinda think
Sitcom-blinded geek found life by hide-and-seek
I climb the steep, a few times a week
The line's with skeet,