Lyrics:
tripping
Acting like I'm on my lonely
I stay with a unit
Can't do it by myself
Takes a group to start a movement
Don't know where to go
I need you to show
members dressed in new, bottle-green suits, while a white-clad parade made up of various minority groups walks in circles around the perimeter of the mighty
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
a vision
Stop, look and listen, yo, isn't it something missin?
Take aim with precision like vision, it's a collision
New styles are hittin, be -be -boom,
of the different types of
Groups while I'm trying to run
I'm talking about the year that I'm
Planning to achieve and accomplish
You know why I shouldn't
Leave out
stars of a cosmic order
Of mathematical precision
Men became aware
Of the movement of the planets
Through the fixed stars the neighbors now
Were the stars
how I'm living
My vision my intuition has risen
Here take a listen I'm hitting
Up to bat with precision
Sealing bags in the kitchen
Slinging crack
how I'm living
My vision my intuition has risen
Here take a listen I'm hitting
Up to bat with precision
Sealing bags in the kitchen
Slinging crack
Ay
Money B Green
Trilla G, always reppin' my team
TG3, hottest group on the scene
MC Brooklyn, catch him in movie scenes
Call her drama, always
strangers to defeat
Taste the bitter truth
You're against the strongest group
Nobody can stop the mighty power of youth
Anything a man can do
I can do it
to their scheme
Dystopian future
Sooner we group up
Loosen the chains up so then we'll be free
1984 or 2023
The future is near
The future is now
Agenda
favorites at the time
To set the tone
We used the impending doom of a group like Black Sabbath
Who pretty much invented metal
The punk sensibility
you aiming it with such precision
I see it in their eyes, I'm different
Hope you catch it in your vision
I won't fit your description
Focused from
slopiness, I could never tolerate it
Not the Guru nor Premier you don't know how long we've waited
While other groups have faded, just like haircuts
We use
you whip the wrist
Fucking up them pots and pans
You stand beside your man like you belong with your man
Me and you we a group but we one deep
Me
you get the picture
You had to have lyrics and plus hot beats to get the mixture
As always you had to have the ill DJ
Technician with precision, switch
and you know it
Group Home was part my company, I co-owned it
If its one thing I learned in show biz
Stay focused and don't quit Rip
Why you talkin' 'bout
They not meant too
In precisions my decisions may cause collisions in hustling
Inside the prison when I was born they didn't mention that
That
swish (Swish swish swish swish)
Precision don’t miss don’t miss (Don’t don’t don’t don’t)
Ball so hard broke wrist broke wrist (Broke broke broke broke)
nothin in my system
Pin point press, how I hit it with precision
Twelve hundred yards how I hit it from a distance
Higher than the moon when I hit from
the keys ignition!
And you need a vision, hold it down, my team achieve precision
And you team is seemin like a group of beat-up
Peter Griffin's. Bitches
practiced precision, eyes bright
Portraying clarity despite a drought of sleep
(People cross paths with each other
If only to check what must be done
Work
your gun at me its pointless (Bow bow)
Group to tall for a ganglink (Aye)
Coupe to small for a cedes (Benz)
Young niggas trapped out of JC for pennies
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