Lyrics:
This is the early evening edition of the news.
The recent fight in the House of Representatives was over the open housing
section of the Civil Rights Bill.
Brought traditional enemies together but it left the defenders of the
measure without the votes of their strongest supporters.
Well, there's a feeling in your stomach, a light trembling at the knees
Not even knowing who the lucky fellow might be
Bridesmaids are cleaning the court-house bell
Horse-driven carriages wait patiently in hell
Happiness has been arranged for some time in July
Invitations have been sent I'm so bitter I could cry
Congratulations flown in from a long-lost friend
For the big occasion regretting that he can't attend
And as family tradition is busy making up your mind
Gallantly standing draped in his holy shroud
God's representative mumbles to a tearful crowd
I now pronounce you
I now pronounce you
Mother father wake up, you've overlooked one thing
The daughter you've planned for four years won't get to wear your ring
Instead she'll be running off into the dark of night
Straight into the hungry arms that long to hold her tight
And as family tradition is busy making up your mind
Gallantly standing draped in his holy shroud
God's representative mumbles to a tearful crowd
I now pronounce you
I now pronounce you
There's a feeling deep inside of you, a feeling that of ease
You're the sweetest thing that could ever happen for me
The bridesmaids are ringing the court-house bell
Horse-driven carriages try to cover streets to tell
And as family tradition is busy making up your mind
Gallantly standing draped in his holy shroud
God's representative mumbles to a tearful crowd
I now pronounce you
I now pronounce you
[x2]
New prints of the Big Easy baby
Y'all niggas can't see me, but I see you lil Pha Pha baby
Ya dude can't lose I'ma spread my wings and fly away
[Chorus]
Know why I stay so fucking fly
Stay dipped in every kind of ice
Big rims on every ride
Cause I got to, I got to nigga
Live life you ain't gone live it twice
Pop cris, smoke dro, and get that white
Don't worry bout the price
Cause I got you, I got to nigga
[Baby]
It's the king of the flyer
That ride skinny tires
I'm so so high and I'm so so higher
Its me and Jr. that's so so fly
Fuck them other niggas cause they need to retire
We pluck polar bear winter on my side
Sitting on the swine alligator punch-line
Super stitch in my leather pockets full of cheddar
Smoke sticky, icky, icky, icky
We drank absolute cristal for breakfast
New whips come out I puts it together
Tell you how I do it I change my leather
No stock Blackwood with the foreign feathers
And German eyes with them Gucci sweaters
Bought mami the matching shit and plucked her feathers
I wipe it down bitch bird lady forever
Birdman switch from Rees to leather
[Chorus]
[Baby]
She was a raggedy bitch, switched her up, cleaned her life
You no longer a scrub you the Birdman's wife
So don't you think twice about this mink and leather shit
You drive by the hood and bird shit on a bitch
Drive anything you want cause you the Birdman's bitch
Get anything you need and you roll with the clique
Go to the club and get a front row seat
Pop mo Don P just shit on a bitch
See your fly now mami used to be a dirty bitch
Got all these hoes trying to ride your dick
You maintain mami you never just wild out
That's why Stunna put you in that big ass house
With the German floors with the wood grain side
Mink on the door with the foreign G ride
Bird berry Gucci be a surprise
No cost too high for my bitch to stay fly
[Chorus]
Sex, death sex death sex death
When I go to the show all I see on the screen is a stream of pure vulgarity
I wrote down a note, I complained for a day to the House of Representatives
They laughed in my face, they said "Son, you're a one-in-a-million minority"
The name of the game is to titillate the brain, stimulate the immorality
I was so offended as I sat for three hours
It was mental cruelty, I was so shocked
Just a little more flesh
Just a little more blood
Little closer to the edge
A little deeper in the mud
I'll never be the same
Sex, death and money, sonny, makes this wicked world go round
Sex, death and money, it's the Gospel here in Dragontown
Sex, death and money, honey, grease the wheels and make them fly
Sex, death and money, sonny, that is why we all are gonna fry
Stuck my nose in the door, ended up on the floor in the middle of an nudie show
She danced on my lap, acoupla hundred dollars later I was up on a morals rap
I was so offended as I sat for three hours
It was mental cruelty, I was so shocked
Just a little more flesh
Just a little more blood
Little closer to the edge
A little deeper in the mud
I'll never be the same
Sex, death and money, sonny, grease the wheels and make them fly
Sex, death and money, that is why we all are gonna..
I park my Pontiac
Down the hill out in back
Late every afternoon, I go there and sit
And all of the neighbors, they see a nice old man
And the girl there across the street
She sits there on her front porch swing
She never realized
But I told her with my eyes
Back in the Second War, I killed 20 German boys
With my own bare hands
The woman inside my house
She just keeps talking
She never says a thing
She just keeps on talking
I may just leave her still
After the sun goes down
And I smoke this cigarette
And I stayed at the palace in one of the former king's harem houses. Each of the king's wives had had her own house guarded by a pair of animals, a bear and a fox for example.
Girls love to stroke it
While he's on the phone
Oh yeah, oh yeah
At the house of representatives
He's a groovy guy...
When he gives thanks
He is not alone...
He is dealin'
He is really dealin'
Irs can't determine
Where the hook is
It is easy with the bible
To pretend that
You're in show biz
They won't get him
They will never get him
For the naughty stuff
That he did
It is best in cases like this
To pretend that
You are stupid
He's got presidential help
All along the way
He says the grace
While the lawyers chew
Oh yeah
They sure do
And the govenors agree to say:
"he's a lovely man!"
You can't seize this
When I die, my name'll be worshipped like Jesus
War visual individual incriminate the criminal
My culture nickel put holes in your face like dimples
wake the fuck up or get broke the fuck up
The wisdom we apply Son soak this shit up
If it was sess Son niggaz would smoke this shit up
So wake the fuck up or get broke the fuck up
Brains get unfrozen when they oppose, as we unfold
Futuristic scrolls that was prophesied scriptures
Fitting an untold, I roll with my skull and bones
Made of solid gold, skin is closing up
Approach your home, with a war, Armageddon in my home
Wisdom mind ruler mental intruder
From the tribe of Judah
Devils disappear like they went through the
Bermuda, triangle, erupting on Ryzarector tracks
like volcanoes, so God swear to me
I appear two years sample revolution in the burning cup
Constitution, learned too much, came off must return
Observe the facts, delivered by, blacks
Soon as we unite the sky cracked
A group of UFO's formed a seven in the heavens
God celebrate devils death day signal
Jail let loose the criminals, bystanders died
Waiting for miracles we giving you
Yo wake the fuck up or get broke the fuck up
Yo, I make your heart thump like tree stumps
Be crackin' concrete chumps released once
The Earth shifts, vocal points clips he wrote and missed
Killer vocalist, load his fist blessed with loaded gifts
Golden clips, shotty slipped like psychotic hits
In soldier flicks, who wrote the shit superior
Mines combine the modus click
Enterprise like German spies, keep my eyes on Soviets
Stay Russian my direction I'm wettin' like a leaf bone
Freak poems, seek thrones, to call home where freaks bone
To each his own, chrome zones, be cloned like chromosomes
So the chrome, the golden toned champ whip rollin' bones
Fire's on, blazin' hot trails at night, barren ville
Shotty still collaborating on tracks with Bobby Steels
Generate a mil, Killa Bee law, kill or be killed
Know the ledge, finally, our justice has revealed
Yo wake the fuck up or get broke the fuck up
The wisdom we apply Son soak this shit up
If it was sess Son niggaz would smoke this shit up
So wake the fuck up or get broke the fuck up
The forty third conviction, incarcerated in hell for eternity
But my mentality and chemistry made me celestial through the galaxy
Sparks friction, generating through evaporation
Slay through meditation, your body is now liquidation
Even your hemoglobin is swollen with corrosion
Amputated and rated physical zone disintegrated
That's what niggaz face when fuckin' with the Sunz of Man
Go to the dungeon I could lead a hundred men, with a golden pen
Forced to intercept with the click from Shaolin
Killin' devils, scatter they ashes over the sea of Mediterranean
That's my trademark, PS burned in my victims heart
I be the Star from afar illuminating through the dark
Another burning face of death
The initiation of the Mason, 186 my name's left in the Book of Revelation
Reminiscing about the days, raising hell
Representative of a mind, able to lead a city what technicality of mankind
Mistake trying to keep me behind the closed doors of reality
All three eyes to the revolution can now escape the blind state of confusion
Trials and tribulations of the original nation
Leaves a headache, the only chance of elevation
Unite with the black coalition
Sunz of Man, population click, Wu-Tang Clan
First the Killarmy, eat your skeletons, buried in the Promised Land
leather
[Chorus]
[Baby]
She was a raggedy bitch, switched her up, cleaned her life
You no longer a scrub you the Birdman's wife
So don't you think twice about this mink and leather shit
You drive by the hood and bird shit on a bitch
Drive anything you want cause you the Birdman's bitch
Get anything you need and you roll with the clique
Go to the club and get a front row seat
Pop mo Don P just shit on a bitch
See your fly now mami - used to be a dirty bitch
Got all these hoes trying to ride your dick
You maintain mami - you never just wild out
That's why Stunna put you in that big ass house
With the German floors with the wood grain side
Mink on the door with the foreign G ride
(?) Bird berry Gucci be a surprise
No cost too high for my bitch to stay fly
[Chorus 1x fades to talking]
Children and animals two by two
Give me the needle
Give me the rope
We're going to melt them down for pills and soap
Four and twenty crowbars, jemmy your desire
Out of the frying pan into the fire
The king is in the counting house
Some folk have all the might
And majesty will run on Bombay Gin and German spite
They come from lovely people
(They come from lovely people)
With a hard line in hypocrisy
There are tears of mediocrity
For the fag ends of the aristocracy
What would you say?
Smith]
Yeah, this is Jay
[Operator]
Hold on, Jay
[Too Black Records Representative]
Hey Jay, long time no hear, man, what's up?
[James A. Smith]
Say man
People been kicking around a lot of hoe shit in my ears
[Too Black Records representative]
Is that right?
I took a sip of the potion
Little SK, a little Goose, now I’m loose
Quest for the cheddar I bought shiny Beretta
I’m firing squad hard
You niggas should know better
Than to bump with Ferrari, district calamari
I kill like rebels in Warri, I’m sorry
I ball like I think I’m
The Prince of Abu Dhabi
Black gold gush out the ground
Gun powder fly out the pound
I turn a clown smile upside down
That’s 3 time zones in my watch face
Still hard to tell time with diamonds
All over my watch face
Twinkle like I’m outta space
I'm the big dipper
You a little dipper, pipe down little nigga
Nice wheels, but don’t talk money
That's what I'm about
I could fit your house inside my house
And your neighbours and ya yard, oh my God
This shit ain't about shit so
I ain't gon’ go hard
Now kick push, kick push, get
The fuck outta here, kick push
You’re now being hypnotised, close your eyes
And say 50′s my favourite, 50
50's my favourite
I’m not the the one to play
With, I mean what I say, bitch
50′s my favourite, 50, 50′s my favourite
Still on that gutter shit
Forever on that gutter shit
50′s my favourite, 50, 50′s my favourite
I know you love that shit
Real niggas be loving this
50′s my favourite, 50, 50′s my favourite
Oh shit, now a nigga floating
That Luger German, thats Kush burning
I’m Einstein on the grind, my wheels turning
I’m out in Cali
Not in Hollywood, Silicon valley
I’m bout to get rich, I mean real rich
I’m talking Facebook and Spotify type shit
I’m not a programmer, I use ghetto grammar
Slang, pussy, I’m strong as David Banner
The Hulk, my money come in bulk
And if this shit go bad I go back to the dope
Now pay attention to the murder I wrote
This my light shit
My heavy shit on the album
Lets get right, bitch
Out on the edge of town I bought a two room brick
Moved in as soon as I got the plumbin' all fixed
Making them payments worked my fingers to the bone
Anything I had to do to get myself a home
There was water in the basement it looked like a swimming pool
The man said, "Son that water'll help to keep your cottage cool"
The Welcome Wagon brought me out some sleepin' pills and booze
I got the mean old subdivision blues
Somebody came and knocked my fence down just the other day
Tore up my yard and hauled my lawnmower away
Shot out my windows with the BB gun
A buggsy down the street came by and beat up my son
So I went out and bought myself a big old German dog
The man behind me saw me and he started raisin' hogs
A nineteen year old girl next door is sunnin' in the nude
I got those mean old subdivision blues
But I bought my house because it was located near a school
Now a bus comes by and takes my kids to Istanbul
The guy next door just bought his son a brand new saxophone
The man behind me sued him cause his hogs were leavin' home
My buddy left his wife and now he's livin' in a tent
A hippie sued me cause I did not have a room to rent
They built a trailer park before I had a chance to move
I got them mean old subdivision blues
Well, I moved out in the country just as far as I could go
I couldn't even get the Grand Ole Opry on the radio
I guess you know what happened just as soon as I moved in
The man across the valley started clearin' off this land
The law came out and said that I would have to move my barn
They said the man next door was gonna subdivide his farm
They auctioned off my farm to build the state another school
I got the mean old subdivision blues
Well, the other night I dreamed I died and I went right straight to hell
I don't know what I did but you know you can never tell
They handed me a key and handed me a little map
They said, "You got a place to live we'll show you where it's at"
They took me to a two room brick just on the edge of town
With thirty thousand other little houses falling down
A million years to pay it off with payments overdue
It's hell to have the subdivision blues
Got those mean old subdivision blues
Mahatma Gandhi had a tremendous career at high school, college, and in law school, and in the house of representatives. There he found himself as a presidential candidate, and met up with Mary Joe Pipette, and across the (?)
Gunshot run you down like Beverly McDonald
Kick weh yuh foot inna di canal
Me badda than Bush to di George, Reagan to di Ronald
See nozzle yah, suck it like mammal
Mi gun dem dark and dunce and wah go a Jamal
Dem sing like Christmas carol
Ask Madden who response fi di most funeral and memorial, hey
All inna dem house, we a go fi dem
Under di bed, we a go fi dem
You diss Kartel, we a go fi dem
Copper shot inna dem nose we a stuff it then
All up a station, we a go fi dem
(Di bwoy a party freak) we a go fi dem
All inna dance, we a go fi dem
DJ, him live deh suh
Hey, Roach (Timeless)
Gunshot pull di door and tell dem welcome
Rifle nozzle big like ten drum
And it speak French and German but it mek inna Belgium
And it spit like spectrum
If you protect by Brinks, me shoot Brinks at random
Dem boots yuh, yuh protect by condom
Me HK wussa than HIV, hollowpoint Gonorrhea di Magnum
All inna dem house, we a go fi dem
Under di bed, we a go fi dem
You diss Kartel, we a go fi dem
Copper shot inna dem nose we a stuff it then
All up a station, we a go fi dem
(Di bwoy a party freak) we a go fi dem
All inna dance, we a go fi dem
DJ, him live deh suh
Gunshot come a yuh funeral and yuh memorial
Fi pay tribute but no floral
Di head a di bullet sharper than all di reef weh coral
We crime dem fall from moral
So we shoot up casket like a sum'n weh legal
Boom, di alter kill three gyal
Cah we haffi mek sure seh you nuh build up like Carib
You stay fucked up like Regal
All inna dem house, we a go fi dem
Under di bed, we a go fi dem
You diss Kartel, we a go fi dem
Copper shot inna dem nose we a stuff it then
All up a station, we a go fi dem
(Di bwoy a party freak) we a go fi dem
All inna dance, we a go fi dem
DJ, him live deh suh
Gunshot run you down like Beverly McDonald
Kick weh yuh foot inna di canal
Me badda than Bush to di George, Reagan to di Ronald
See nozzle yah, suck it like mammal
Mi gun dem dark and dunce and wah go a Jamal
Dem sing like Christmas carol
Ask Madden who response fi di most funeral and memorial, hey
All inna dem house, we a go fi dem
Under di bed, we a go fi dem
You diss Kartel, we a go fi dem
Copper shot inna dem nose we a stuff it then
All up a station, we a go fi dem
(Di bwoy a party freak) we a go fi dem
All inna dance, we a go fi dem
DJ, him live deh suh
All inna dem house, we a go fi dem
Under di bed, we a go fi dem
You diss Kartel, we a go fi dem
Copper shot inna dem nose we a stuff it then
All up a station, we a go fi dem
(Di bwoy a party freak) we a go fi dem
All inna dance, we a go fi dem
DJ, him live deh suh
Let's get that goin' on, man
Told y'all all about them messages and shit, man
We get to that later, man, you know what I mean
Let's just do something for the ladies, man
Let's get a chorus goin' on or something
Let's pop a chorus off, you know what I mean
Let's do that right now, let's get that goin' on
Let's try that out
I see you real niggas do fake things sometimes
One of them is grabbin' on his mic to rhyme
So let us demonstrate the right way, you need to place
Yo, it's De La up in you face
Better yet, your whole scene
Here to pull in the green with Philly Black
Just lay in the back, man, raisin' my stacks
'Cause how they want it I give it to em', rock or the raw
Yo, it really don't matter, son, some hot shit for y'all
To go cop at the store, man, I spit, kick your jaw
Leave you on the floor on all fours, you slaw
We burn fast in black flag lands
Bringin' herds and caravans
And heat rock rhythms, you blink one, eight, two times
In between I do mines
Showboat refs to get y'all niggas on deck
Yeah, son, y'all faggots is soft
I been through it, carried the torch
Recognized and done married it off
So in-laws pay a writer's fee
My stizzy sense a wiz bitch is eye in me
Pissy in a rizzy
Indian wife I flip em' behind reachin' for sobriety
Blew north, never find me
Reside in this state of mind
Keep my temple developmental
Projects, front-line essentials
Reminded of concubines see the evil that men do
Cut off Ginsu, carry a brand new
Battle issues, brand that diss you
Shreds and gashes, tissues
Like you ain't even know you had it in you
I live it up, y'all, givin' you what, y'all
Need and can't call, carry the ball
Like a spit-kicker should and you wish you could
Hold it down like the digital who stitched the hood
Or better yet the whole globe, light it up like a strobe
While you froze panickin', went from man to mannequin
We them peaceful rap stars that can still jab you in your face
Leave your shit redder than Mars
The saucy shit, of course we it, the coffee shit
Groundin' beats like Maxwell House
Go ask the house, we representatives, call up your Senators
Change laws in rap, renovatin' your landscape
The man takes for sixteen
And pull a paragraph up out the Kango
Hang it like van Gogh
Water broke flows to C-sec'
You rejects miscarried the rap, abortin' you whole fort
featuring cool Keith
Infinite infantries space techs with navi clips
Skin penetration directions information
Roll up your knuckles get blast in your fingertips
Phasers with macs and handles clamped up on your hips
Infrared beams so sharp crease your pant seams
With chestic barrels I sold them at the Christmas carols
With small scopes from miles adjust them to your house
With see through glocks, that's natural, you know it rocks
Front vinyl holsters some acid pellets from the box
Big tanks sash German Spanish thoughts I be servin
More beggars in trucks, shippin weight to Las Vegas
Bicentennial bombs with leather straps for your arms
Garments and bags from hefty, I'm a lefty
Welcome to Weapon World [2X]
You're welcome...
You can't seize this
When I die, my name'll be worshipped like Jesus
War visual individual incriminate the criminal
My culture nickel put holes in your face like dimples
wake the fuck up or get broke the fuck up
The wisdom we apply Son soak this shit up
If it was sess Son niggaz would smoke this shit up
So wake the fuck up or get broke the fuck up
Brains get unfrozen when they oppose, as we unfold
Futuristic scrolls that was prophesied scriptures
Fitting an untold, I roll with my skull and bones
Made of solid gold, skin is closing up
Approach your home, with a war, Armageddon in my home
Wisdom mind ruler mental intruder
From the tribe of Judah
Devils disappear like they went through the
Bermuda, triangle, erupting on Ryzarector tracks
like volcanoes, so God swear to me
I appear two years sample revolution in the burning cup
Constitution, learned too much, came off must return
Observe the facts, delivered by, blacks
Soon as we unite the sky cracked
A group of UFO's formed a seven in the heavens
God celebrate devils death day signal
Jail let loose the criminals, bystanders died
Waiting for miracles we giving you
Yo wake the fuck up or get broke the fuck up
Yo, I make your heart thump like tree stumps
Be crackin' concrete chumps released once
The Earth shifts, vocal points clips he wrote and missed
Killer vocalist, load his fist blessed with loaded gifts
Golden clips, shotty slipped like psychotic hits
In soldier flicks, who wrote the shit superior
Mines combine the modus click
Enterprise like German spies, keep my eyes on Soviets
Stay Russian my direction I'm wettin' like a leaf bone
Freak poems, seek thrones, to call home where freaks bone
To each his own, chrome zones, be cloned like chromosomes
So the chrome, the golden toned champ whip rollin' bones
Fire's on, blazin' hot trails at night, barren ville
Shotty still collaborating on tracks with Bobby Steels
Generate a mil, Killa Bee law, kill or be killed
Know the ledge, finally, our justice has revealed
Yo wake the fuck up or get broke the fuck up
The wisdom we apply Son soak this shit up
If it was sess Son niggaz would smoke this shit up
So wake the fuck up or get broke the fuck up
The forty third conviction, incarcerated in hell for eternity
But my mentality and chemistry made me celestial through the galaxy
Sparks friction, generating through evaporation
Slay through meditation, your body is now liquidation
Even your hemoglobin is swollen with corrosion
Amputated and rated physical zone disintegrated
That's what niggaz face when fuckin' with the Sunz of Man
Go to the dungeon I could lead a hundred men, with a golden pen
Forced to intercept with the click from Shaolin
Killin' devils, scatter they ashes over the sea of Mediterranean
That's my trademark, PS burned in my victims heart
I be the Star from afar illuminating through the dark
Another burning face of death
The initiation of the Mason, 186 my name's left in the Book of Revelation
Reminiscing about the days, raising hell
Representative of a mind, able to lead a city what technicality of mankind
Mistake trying to keep me behind the closed doors of reality
All three eyes to the revolution can now escape the blind state of confusion
Trials and tribulations of the original nation
Leaves a headache, the only chance of elevation
Unite with the black coalition
Sunz of Man, population click, Wu-Tang Clan
First the Killarmy, eat your skeletons, buried in the Promised Land
One time for the house
For the offspring of this rap music
Bangin' DDB and Tense with
The fatal grammatic for the people we die
Let me put you on game
On they system either we ride or we gon die
Make em' pull they alarms
Keep they hands to the sky
Make em' yak that Patron let the Nina reply
Bangin' on ya'll isms for the people we ride
I can't be bothered with
Self-suicide and trap-rhymes
I be on the truth
If it's written down or clapped nines
I be full on line, auto-revo like an uzi
Movin' quick up in the range, like Stic
Just call me "Tookie"
But it don't figure if you
Pop the Smith and Wesson
And you aimin' in the wrong direction
(internalized oppression)
So what ya'll sayin' bout big
Rims and poppin' bottles?
Sleep Sleep
I know that I'm only dreaming
[Jade:] "Leave her alone
Get out..out..get out of my house!"
Through closed eyes
I see West German skies on the ceiling
And I want to get back
To the girl with the rucksack
To feel her flaxen hair
I want to be there
See the sun going down
Behind Krupps steelworks
On the outskirts of some German town
Guten Abend meiner Damen und Herren Ha Ha Ha Ha
Willkommen in Konnigsburg Ha Ha Ha Ha
Wollen zie danzen mit mir oder drinken Bier Ha Ha Ha Ha
Thank you but......
Hit-Boy in a walking Guinness World Record, New York Menace
I'm O-Dog, Hit is Caine, the endin' change
Traded my youth some say I became a suit
A representative of Martin's Dream comin' true
Every man is a King 'less he make excuses
Wish that my mishaps wasn't a nuisance
Sunday to Sunday get praise I'm God made
Where I'm from, one go in the grave, one go in the cage
Moments you can't relive
Like takin' your first swim
Like still bein' a virgin
Taking trainin' wheels off the rims
Movin' in ya first crib or having your first kid
Moments you can't relive
Like your first time buggin' from somethin' that Nas said
Third verse and I knew what to write
They say I'm a legacy artist, I blew up the price
Thirty years later, who woulda knew dude would be nice?
I think you might like to hear something from us
Stand up
Put your hands up
Come on get up
Kid Rock's in the house yo, Ready to pick up
The tempo and you know so I will fo somewhat unconventional
But comprehendible
I'm the presentable good lookin
The Mello Yellow young fellow and I'm cookin
Heatin' the house up just like a hot late
Smooth on the groove like an ice skate
You didn't think in a blink I'd stnd here
Now your in fear and stand clear
You can't come near this hot sylin
Groove by the kid who's smooth as a violin
Aso the perfect lyric announcer
On the set with a cold forty ouncer
Ready to glide from sid to side
Why, 'cause I Step in Stride
These are the criteria I believe should be applied
'Cause I step in stride
These are the criteria I believe should be applied
N-NNow yes I'm new
But before I'm threw
Your gonna see I paddle my own canoe
'Cause I'm solo
A young pro on the go
Close to an angel
But I wear no Halo
I just shake, create, and never act fake
And I learned to dislike and not hate
Because hatred leads to an uproar
Violence is on thing I am not here for
I'm just here flat out
And to blow the roof
Kick some watts and that's what I inted to do
Pump it up like an air comb presser
Teach to each like a wise professor
No job I strive to reach high
Make the girls in the house all sigh
And I'll glide from side to side
Why, 'cause I Step in Stride
These are the criteria I believe should be applied
'Cause I step in stride
These are the criteria I believe should be applied
Appied, Step in Stride you bet I do
Get you hig like a bottle of German Brew
Comin clean
New on the scene
Makin girls scream
I you know what I mean
'Cause they dream ofme to rock the place
And put a big smile upon their face
Any girl of any race
But they have to like the bass
And that's the rep I've earned and kept on te set
Workin up a sweat
No Jive Kid Rock uprrivd
And I Step in Stride
These are the criteria I believe should be applied
'Cause I step in stride
These are the criteria I believe should be applied
Yeah, uh, heh, heh
That's Shadowboxing
Yo
It's that Blackout, spazzed out, G-String divas
Leave you a**** out, passed out, it's cold
Pack your h*** u*, blow your back out
You bad mouth, make 'em all believers
Throwing rocks from a glass house, y'all ain't perfect either
See that c***** and that h*** out garbage day tomorrow
And I have yet to take that trash out or emptied this cigar
RZA, Rah, we amped, eh, Meth is on his job
It ain't nothing like the French say, "Che sera sera"
So let's move on until the day we laying in the casket
With them suits on and I'm so cool that hell is only luke warm
Been too strong for too long, I'll probably die
With my boots on and on my way to cash a c****** coupon
You know I'm, proper, don't let them boys confuse you
The fact is Meth, I'm harder than bottles made by Yoo-Hoo
Wu-Tang, welcome to the House of Flying Daggers
Where the truth aim, flying out the mouth
Of flying rappers there it is
Now ask yourself is this for real?
Money's in the house, money's in the house, money's in the house
Money's in the house, money's in the house, money's in the house
We got our rhymes, no we ain't got nothing else
No we ain't got no money 'cause the money's in the house
House of representatives just represents themselves
So we ain't got no money 'cause the money's in the house
Go!
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