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Stevens when he said he had to go
I believed in Saint Francis preaching hatred to love
I believe I can change my world
a shock but, I'mma blow your spot up
Truthfully in Grace and out of Love, ain't trying to pop stuff
Heard ya pops locked up
Baby sister's knocked up
All
Claire is mad and Ruby is ill

There's a cat out there
Running everywhere
Chasing all the girls in the park
I wish that I could see in the dark
to a show
Did you see him take a blow
When the drunk one said
Cat Stevens was the greatest singer

Did you kick him in the head
Did you see the blood
What a gal, becoming my best pal
Thought by now she'd be throwing in the towel
But that's not her style

She's what Cat Stevens calls a Hard
to a show
Did you see him take a blow
When the drunk one said
Cat Stevens was the greatest singer

Did you kick him in the head
Did you see the blood
the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
Oh, you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like
pluck your whiskers you tattle teller

There's rats in the street, and rats in the jail
In the feds, rats wear wires in they cell
Shit Steven Seagal,
to them cats who hold gats at the gate
Is it my fate, am I that nigga, that they love to hate
Solely, slowly, cause I rock a Roley they want my brain gone
conceivin, for when I do perish, reasons for your grievin
That's not to say I plan on leavin here this evening
I'll be in Honolulu with Steven next season
bottle
Earl Stevens selections, mango moscato
Handbag by Selena, seem like I already knew ya
Beautiful girl, you so bad, look like somebody done drew ya
My
to them cats who hold gats at the gate
Is it my fate, am I that nigga, that they love to hate
Solely, slowly, cause I rock a Roley they want my brain gone
to them cats who hold gats at the gate
Is it my fate, am I that nigga, that they love to hate
Solely, slowly, cause I rock a Roley they want my brain gone
from having lives to having life
And I pay to feed their appetites and give them TV's with satellite
Those steven-stealing dirty fuckin' heathens
you don't fuckin' know that shit
Nigga, what the fuck?

[RZA {*overlapped by chorus*}]
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