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Voices

Mystik Journeymen

Worldwide Underground

1999

man's double L, well hell 
PSC tells me, it's jealousy that grips the heart 
Quit wasting playing hard roles, when yo' ass is 
Really just a mark and I

body
My body drives my soul
I wish I was just a body
Than a body held captive by its own soul

I see you playing with a kangaroo in the sunset
In your

Welcome everyone did you think That I was done
Did you think that was the end After album number one
That was just the start of coz Audacious has

drink brew, screw and common knew
We had bitches by the dozens "huh" we fuckin' cousins
You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
A nigga just got

as hot as a summer day
You’ll find out cuz the album a month away
Everything that you got...it was on delay
Everything that I got...it was ándale
You

and a pair of Crocs
Yo pussy smell like a pair of socks
That pussy on sale it's half off
She got toe cramps and hair loss
She got back pain and red marks
Got

Who dares to bring up the most dangerous weapon
Go to ever section I will fly like a dragon
Yet another hit album bout to be legit
Let's kick in this

Yeah
Universal
This that old school vibe

Once upon a time 
I missed the mark 
I wrote some lines 
My flow was whack 
Rhythm off 
I sucked composin'

the night 
Leaving our mark upon this sight 
Of one thousand albums of 
Decadent sonic might 

We are the black wizards of the east 
We are the sonic force

back to high school when my sister was a teen and me squatting in that 442 was dream
Ridin' Martin Luther King on 38th with cousin Dominique
By any means

Now if I die tonight, will you feel for me? 
I know my words'll do enough for them to live for me 
I left my mark and I got niggas that'll kill for

Remember? when yo earrings made that chime like 
Sade is it a crime when we smashed it got better each and 
Every time, that beauty mark by yo lips stayed

checking up 
So There the rules I be preaching never giving up 

I'm in album mode  bout to blow jeronimo 
I'm Hoping Kendrick's dad got them dominos 
Uno

the studio, I'm home alone, Macaulay Culkin shit
I had to make this album 'cause these thoughts a lot to bottle in
So on your mark, I throttle it
I'm gone, they

at least two hundred years 
To stop the rush of blood 
But even now, they march the streets 
They claim to keep the peace
Fascists, protected by police 
Will

at least two hundred years 
To stop the rush of blood 
But even now, they march the streets 
They claim to keep the peace
Fascists, protected by police 
Will

in
I bet my life
On my horses race
10 million records sold
Before I tour the states
Mark my words
Like I’m writing
The new testament
It’s evident
It’s

I make great songs while they pay malls
Don't see through walls, just jaws
They got some glass chins, yeah they marks
I want backends with no farts

down equip myself with paper and pen
While being hyped with all the energy released by my friends
My flows is crazy I’m bout to go beast and go ham

lack talent
Still could make it far
Know a friend who got a classic album
Get no plays at all
I work for everything I ever had
I could never fold

couldn't judge me
Don't know how we lived, yeah
Back when we would steal from malls
Just me and my dawgs, yeah
Tagged the walls
Leave a mark as we rode

Check that flavor
In ya ear my mack returning like it's craig
Mark more son is dead dawg I been knew the ledge
Blkk for president instead rakim with

heart and mind, models callin' on my line
Commas ima find and llamas by my side
Things I had to afford
They can't light my blunt why the fuck would I hand

spins
Each song I write is a "fuck you" to the haters
And they ain't getting saved by no caped crusaders
I ain't one to fool with none of you bitches