Lyrics:
rub on your titties (yeahhhhhh)
Yeah I said it -- rub on your titties
New York city gritty committee pity the fool that
act shitty in the midst
these joints so that these, sound loud
Some kids be actin stank like a baby pant
It's the rapper Abstract that make the joint get amped
Yo, use your body
titties
New York City gritty committee pity the fool
That act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty
Y'all know the name (uh)
Pharoahe fuckin'
titties
New York City gritty committee pity the fool
That act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty
Y'all know the name (uh)
Pharoahe fuckin'
Not familiar with the city I'm in
Can't come across village idiot
I'm inexperienced in the committee yeah
I'll be that Ragazza but I'm not Sicilian
Yeah rap City The Basement
Big Tig scientific
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March 23rd album in stores
Off the top yo check me out
BET Rap City it's ya
soin d'elle
J'allume un joint vu qu'elle a besoin d'air
Je sens que son pouls doucement s'accélère
C'est fou comme la tristesse ça fédère
On ne parle pas
Broaden your joints
Keep your eyes on the prize
The struggle goes on
Eryday (ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)
Eryday
And I'ma live it through my music
(ha ha
The doctors put to rest their scientific test
And they named me John Doe No. 24
And they all shook their heads in pity
For a world so silent and dark
am not going away
I violated the rules and I'm apologizing
For God's sake, I'm 80 years old
And all I'm saying is, heck
Have the ethics committee
throw joints in the crowd
we got, joints in our mouth, see the point is we proud
around for night when Snype rolled a quarter pound
in one joint
Tim baland and Lil' Kim (uh uh huh what)
Yo yo yo yo this joint is strictly for heavy weighters
not them playa haters know what I'm sayin'?
joint, blaze
Pass that fucking joint, blaze
Live ferociously when I’m snorting all these lines (Yeah)
A fucking piece of cake as i’m going through these
Tim baland and Lil' Kim (uh uh huh what)
Yo yo yo yo this joint is strictly for heavyweighters
Not them playa haters knahmsayin?
'Cause in
scientific; the lyrical fuse would be connected
To teach you chemical calisthenics
The Theory is that all matter is composed of at least three fundamental
winning for later joint
All for one and one for all and justice
For all and fiddlin' with dead mice
Only toughens the claws
My all systems go will be
practice
Smoke a joint come back and then continue to attack this
Be scientific stupid but you don't get it
You go ahead and rhyme about your rims
Explodes once in a while
Lift what a thousands can't shift
The times are out of joint
In new ages we drift
We re armed, we re headfirst
Burst into flames
By
Smoke a joint come back and then continue to attack this
Be scientific stupid but you don't get it
You go ahead and rhyme about your rims and your
joint
Back off inna kitchen
Palms been itching
Talking chickens
Say I'm loosing weight
The way I'm slaving
In this kitchen
Had to cop a itchy
Just
yea coming thru
Whip the pass ass left people in it too
So hard then but now it's in the rearview
Faded as I've made this yea had to face it
The joint
in full swing in affected. Ouch, my sing along, it just got caught between the seats, let’s leave this joint and hop up in the sheets. I got to do
eyes
The United Nations agreed on a joint vote to proclaim that poverty is a right
Scientific research shows, if you work hard you'll most likely still
to steer your mind
Over here so we can hone it
Down to a point like the end of a cone
Won't go home, we'll rock the joint
Just can't leave it alone
Never sip
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