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Finger Style Guitar Plus [Finger Style Guitar...Plus] (Chet Atkins) · Four Finger Five (Four Finger Five) · Never Never Never/Good, Bad But Beautiful (Shirley Bassey) · Never, Never, Never (Shirley Bassey) · Enough Is Enough (Billy Squier) · Enough Is Enough/Hear & Now/Creatures of Habit (Billy Squier) · Enough Is Enough (Robbie Rivera) · Never Enough: Best Of (Jesus Jones) · More Never Is Enough (Transatlantic) · Never Enough Time (Dial-7) – and 90 other albums »


your thing I'm doin my job
To a faster pace I lace the beat nicely
Once again friends it's so spicy
Finger lickin, never getting caught up no mo
In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence
Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)
Now let's get back to this mic
the history of rap they've never seen such prominence
Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)
Now let's get back to this mic on my arm
of rap they've never seen such prominence 
Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance 
Now let's get back to this mic on my arm 
If it ever left
instrumental, I'm damn near invincible, it's simple

[Chorus 2X]

[Outro: kung fu sample]
Tell me, what are they like?
They got holes in the top, five round
the kids pay it
Say if these niggas in affect dunn, stay rap related
Cassette rhymer, 5-G co-signer, line for liner
Poet designer, sharp like liners
Mic
Medicaid the kids pay it
Say if these niggas in affect dunn, stay rap related
Cassette rhymer, 5-G co-signer, line for liner
Poet designer, sharp like
hustlers are us
My game sharper than an elephant's tusk
Me, myself and I the only that I can trust
Sleep with one eye open finger on the pistol clutch

I got
she's gentle
But I don't hear her words 'cause I slide the instrumental
Keep the girl in the distance, moves are very hazy
No sunshine in my life the way
heard Planet Rock
Word is over, the God
Staten Island, for real, for real

I heard brother say J5, men them niggas ain't shit
Them niggas never
keep the earth on it's axis
I make a good day move slow like molasses
Welcome to the bee hive, dual processor with the G5
There's not a tape or disco
Yeah 

Yeah

Make it butter

I'm gonna Bankhead bounce!

Oh doubt

Hey yo watch yo mouth!

Hey yo, one, two, three, four, five, six,
fight for mics
Beatin niggaz to death and beatin dead niggaz to life
When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts
If the signal was
Grown man should never bite they tongue
Unless you eating p-ssy that smell like it's a stale plum
I got my finger on the muthafucking pistol
Aiming it
to give
I've never done that before
I'm always givin' a little more

Thank you for the music
(instrumental)

Ok. den tar vi va?
I. The Healing Colors Of Sound, Part 1
(Instrumental)

II. My Shoes
[God says]
Melt the ice by summer
Turn the grass from green to gold
Live
Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect

Yo, yo
Never doubt the life
Yo
Who the fuck are you to criticize me
Yo, I slap, yo, I slap dick ta' ya'
what are they like?
They got holes in the top, five round holes
While I was watching, this stranger hit them
But his fingers went right through the bone
niggas by they Soul Train laminates
What's the difference between me and you? (What?)
About 5 bank accounts, 3 ounces and 2 vehicles
Until my death, I'm
In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence
Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)
Now let's get back to this mic
In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence
Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)
Now let's get back to this mic
it around if you can't handle it
Hang Hollywood niggaz by they Soul Train laminates
What's the difference between me and you? (What?)
About five
Washes pain from our eyes so our hopes could rise

[Aesop Rock]
Now, J.J. punch drunk, acts like a dumb fuck
Bum touched girls looking young enough
they try to be like me
Poppin' that shit, get the fuck out my face
Knowin' that they never even seen the place
Claimin' my city is my city they claim
niggas by they Soul Train laminates
What's the difference between me and you? (What?)
About 5 bank accounts, 3 ounces and 2 vehicles
Until my death, I'm