Lyrics:
when I'm singing like this
Who is the best in da neighborhood??
I guess it's me cause I live in the woods, all by myself with my crew
Birds, squirrels
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin' in
then we can clearly see who they are
[ VERSE 2: Mos Def ]
Originality is now a yummy soundbite
Everything sounds aight but trite, but it don't sound
know what it do what it did
To be survived by his wife and four kids
The life I live over comin' up in the biz
My crew is ammunition knowin' that you put
didn't wish for anything?
Okay, but, everybody's so curious
Tell but lie
Thank you for including me in your thoughts
Your lives
Stay exactly
Can't afford to get dipped
Slip like a wet drip
cnd boom shakalaka
I'm always making drinks like ciya Napa
Michael dappa, cos you likkle man are funny
shot down taking his very last breath
Left to bleed to death
Skip the jive, suckers that try to get live
Yo, I'm wanted dead or alive
I'm
shouldn't have bit the next rapper
Now your mind's confused, you lose, talkin' bout you paid dues
[Madlib]
Slay crews, when you ain't even at phase
I`m like the one who`s got all the juice
I always get loose I got the balls to reduce your crew
Very easily I got more ammo
I`m like the ill kid
far too short to be granted to the modern god David Bowie by this universe
There are two men in my apartment right now cutting up walls with power
You bully bro? You wanna harm me?
I got my crew by my side, it's army
Words are weapons, I gotta let my bars speak
One little, two little, three
are my skin colour and my ear wax and its smell. So he got 2 traits to verify that I am his sun. And my skin tone is different, so underneath my skin is
on a major label
Any duplication of this one is fatal
On one two five, I gotta hit ya live (yeah)
Beat your ass with my tape, any race or shape (uh-huh)
on a major label
Any duplication of this one is fatal
On one two five, I gotta hit ya live (yeah)
Beat your ass with my tape, any race or shape (uh-huh)
has ended
Heterolsexual life has ceased
The new community in which you live
Is Ruled By Homosexuality
There's two Muscular Queers in your cell
You can't
the crew hear
Amateurs are through here
I separate an ace at his face he disgraced
Now we place him in the two tier
And place two tears on my face
To save
of unity
You're special
You're special
You're very special to me
Spend your life making great memories
It goes by every time that you breathe
So that when
For the live ones, not the shook ones
For the riders, not the hook ones
Immaculate conception, like a black Madonna in mangers
My crew consist
my only friend
Is the city I live in is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire, hey
'Cause it's the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
L-y-n
ghostly
Rush me, 'cause you ain't gonna live to roast me
I'll have my motherfuckin' ass kicked by Moby
If I let some bitch in the can like 'Bis cop over
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
drop it, move a grape
Lost hope from the very first day
Back to back smack the truck up
Watch your mouth shut the fuck up
Come through with the crew
on the scene
Well, it's not that we're rowdy, rude, raunchy or loud
But a match into nitro is like my crew into a crowd
I'ma take a minute or maybe I'll take two
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
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