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the garbage 
Say you got it out on Shouting Street 
Say you got it from Jim Jarmusch 

Let me rock it out on Shouting Street 
Just like Eddie Cochran
Kind ladies and kind gentlemen
Soon I will be gone
But let me just warn you all
Before I do pass on
Stay free from petty jealousies
Live by no man's code
One two, one two, one two
I am the Overweight Lover MC, Heavy D
This one goes out to my man DJ Eddie F
Trouble T-Roy my partner G-Wiz
This also
Once again 'gain, ladies and gentlemen, yo adrenaline

Yo I'm in the eye of the storm, where the pressure's on
And MC's is dressed funny like
right after that
Yes, women you looking so very beautiful here today
Some of you with the same thing on from the club last night
The Lord give'th
or overloaded
Or have I lost all sense of worth
This lady beggin' for survival
Doomed by a twist of fate from Earth

I met this woman in San Francisco
She
the Jewels live at the garden
Run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Ru-ru-run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the-

Beggin' your
carton
You could still feel chills from the team
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like it's a dream
His face on his Shirt Kings
Laced in a pinky ring, in
quick draw, son 
You don't want no more son? That's when more come 
And drag a nigga Eerie avenue to Oregon, you're all done 
Ladies and Gentlemen,
Dice Raw quick draw, son 
You don't want no more son? That's when more come 
And drag a nigga Eerie avenue to Oregon, you're all done 
Ladies
mo', right after that
Yes, women you lookin so very beautiful here today
Some of you with the same thang on from the club last night(oh)
The Lord giveth
wit my son and my daughter

If you had twenty four hours to live just think
Where would you go?
What would you do?
Who would you screw?
And who
just doing my job
Hey lady, don't mind me I'm just doing my job
I don't want to make your life more harder, I'm just doin my job
You live here, I work
for it

But today try playing on some street curb,
Singin' the news in everyday words
The people pass by, the laughin' is heard
Or else they hit you
on that Crazy Eddie
Niggas coming back from the Funhouse dusted
Throwing bubbles on the wall

[Chorus]
We must remind you
Where this rap come from
outside the lines
Trying to hold these golden years that are flashing by
When the skies grey I live on light rays
I’ve written every page of my life’s
jingle bell sugar on toast 
The fellowship shop is from the west coast
Hey hash and eggs crocodile legs 
I'll bring the chronic you bring the kegs
Uh huh, uh huh
Feels good to be back at the essence where it all started you know
Uh huh, uh huh
What up
Uh huh, uh huh
Turn up my headphones man, uh
air
Right here, don't fight fair, what I write, yeah
Might there, throw 'em off like they Bobby Knight's chair
I been where you tryna be, I'm already
contrast so it's layers to my writin'
God fearin', but I'm Guy Fisher
Yeah, God hearin', but I'm gone fishin'
I'm an artist, drug dealer, foreign car keys
sippin VSOP and Hennessey in foam cups
Motorola flips with illegal chips
Dip-pin' like Teela where everybody momma collectin money from fiend
Five series
real, we really get it how we live 
We get on heavy creel, we get on heavy pills 
Me and my niggas, and my Cubans and my Haitians them
Bitch I'm from Dade
up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got the goons 'round me
And yeah I rep my city, bitch
I'm from Dade County

Ay!
hot, tha block is hot, ha

See watch your step on my section, gotta walk like, talk like
Where they shot out all the street lights
So you can't see what
brutal on production
My brick house, you can't blow me down
My thug drug music, smoked out ya town
Radio Shyheim, you can't choke me out
Cuz where