Lyrics:
bugging out hunting evil where it might
And even through these bandages your end is what I see
Keep the stands coming see me stand my ground
I'll throw your
vertibraes
Bones back, chinky eyed like Japs I blow states off the map
Just by eye contact
[Hook:]
Don't get it twisted and if you do, you best
a triple choke
And it won't hurt my throat, nope!
Chinky eyed, just ridin' n vibin'
On that real fire
Be high for two-three hours
And I'm cool wit' A-I,
fight
My insight goes back to the Vulcan rights
Medieval, I leave niggas in the cathedral
Rest in peaceful
'till the ground opens and the beast moves
Man
With a grey bread
That nearly reached the ground
And the fabric surrounding him
Had never been seen
Not even by past kings
But what he felt the most
there?)
(I plays the drums, the SP-1200)
(Eiht is back again with power after hour)
(Tha Chill is ready, so pass me the sack)
[ VERSE 3: MC Eiht ]
the bank from the back
Double the trouble, forcin' my entry
The first nigga that I saw, shot him in the jaw
Xzibit started stompin' him and so did we (GET
delicate
So in tune with the elements
Big dick bars yeah I need a pre-requisite
No OG has ever given
Inheritance to my relevance
10000 hours has qualified me
time. Those minutes and hours seem very long after. You were so close to the moment that you think you can almost go back in time. But that's not how time
as he sank to the ground in a puddle of defeat.
SKEETER:
My Catheter!
UNCLE WALTER:
...he cried again, clutching his waist.
Before he could react, Dino
that back fence
And cut a nigga power
Hunnid round clips we out at crazy hours
Catch a nigga slippin' like he in the shower
Put a body in the ground
all standin' tall and the suckers fall under
Possessed with power, cowards will cower
Ducks we devour hour hour after hour
Three man riot, you
here, I was charmed by this land, and now I don't know if I should go back north at all." - The the traveler's face became as wistful as that of his new
Both complimented by repeating rhythmic funk
Traveling speeds at well over a hundred miles an hour
But then again, it couldn't have been much more over
Recollecting memories but I drown
Suddenly they care
When I’m 6ft down in the ground
Day after day money trouble
Buying by the pound
Pull myself together
Just
won't laugh at your looks
Your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need
home
Since one o'clock in the morning
I've been waking up every hour or so, looking at the CNN TV glow
Came home, opened my email
My friend Kevin
that autumn afternoon.
And then, after what seemed like hours of thinking about it
I finally took your face in my hands & I kissed you for the first
the names
Play Etta James, too, play "I'd Rather Go Blind"
Play it for the man with the telepathic mind
Play John Lee Hooker, play "Scratch My Back"
Play
Counting every second every minute watching
My time fly
(Watching the time fly by)
Every single hour that's approaching always passing me by
I don't even
cower
Ducks we devour hour hour after hour
Three man riot, you can't deny it
We're so ill that you can't defy it
Gonna live, positive, forever,
Hawkshoe, hawkshoe
Oh, you woke me up
Fuck man
I'm such a sleepyhead
I need to go to bed
I've been stayin' after hours got me stackin' up my bread
I
percent chance of dying
Great my life is literally a tithe now
Eight hour plane ride
Finally land
Hopping off the plane
Realize I'm stranded
Can I go back
gets.
'cause I might wind
up doing that same old cruddy shit.
Like clockin', sellin' rocks in my neighborhood.
Back cockin', buckshottin', your ass
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