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to be free or dead

Mr. Nixon
I ain't a fixin'
To speak Spanish on a plane or polish off the liberty...Bell
I just want to sit here on the shelf
There will be other days.
"Ah, please, please, please, please
What else is there to say?"

But in plywood spread
By a plastic stream
And in separate
Poor Billy received his new on a Sunday
Woken by his mother and she had just this to say 
My son please return to me safe and ok you only turned
18
Blaze the hot
trizack that sound like heaven
Seven six five four three two one
My mon Meth-Tical come and get some

Playin my position, hot Nixon
the hot
Trizack that sound like heaven
Seven six five four three two one
My mon' Meth-Tical come and get some

Playin' my position, hot Nixon
This
Nixon 
This one for all the sick ones, infliction 
Poisonous darts sickenin' 
Best believe finger itchin' 
With two proclay 
Now I'm trippin' on MC's
Floorfiller
Floorfiller
Floorfiller

Hey Mr. DJ in case you forgot
I came to get down
So you better make it hot

'Cause I can't jump around
blues beats
In 19 two 3 like cool Keith bugging on looseleaf
To introduce heat we use speech
Eighty years ago they used what we now know as hip-hop
and you ran it
Smile you on candid, fake thugs canned it
Got shot and +Scream+ed, like Michael and Janet
Tape SoundScanned it, be	-boys slammed it
Gots
position, hot Nixon
This one, for all the sick ones, confliction
Poisonous darts sickening, best believe
Finger itching with two broke legs, now I'm
five four three two one
My mon meth-tical come and get some

[method man]
Playin my position, hot nixon
This one, for all the sick ones, confliction
Blaze the hot
trizack that sound like heaven
Seven six five four three two one
My mon Meth-Tical come and get some

Playin my position, hot Nixon
Blaze the hot
trizack that sound like heaven
Seven six five four three two one
My mon Meth-Tical come and get some

Playin my position, hot Nixon
Floorfiller
Floorfiller
Floorfiller

Hey Mr. DJ in case you forgot
I came to get down
So you better make it hot

'Cause I can't jump around
Blaze the hot
trizack that sound like heaven
Seven six five four three two one
My mon Meth-Tical come and get some

Playin my position, hot Nixon
that water with me
right after Mr.Martin's class (??)and me
straight to Barret think I was worried bout the trulency? please
got paid for them old
position, hot Nixon
This one, for all the sick ones, confliction
Poisonous darts sickening, best believe
Finger itching with two broke legs, now I'm
of the Mr. Burn Suckers
Not herpes infested, just perfectly blessed with
A style that you can't F with, protection recommended
‘Cause Cole the definition
Floorfiller, floorfiller, floorfiller

Hey Mr. DJ, in case you forgot
I came to get down, so you better make it hot
'Cause I can't jump around
Mr. Whitey could you please understand
I'm slangin pillows just as fast as I can
I'm in the cut with the mask and loaded bam
I'm just a nut with cash
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
knew the fella could play
Dig him
By the things he heard his right hand say
(Now, we're gonna romp)
(There was no doubtin' that the man could swing)
a rapper disrespect me I smack him in his mouth
I tow him in a yoke, grab him by his throat - boom! then I knock him out
I keep heat and keep the clips in