Lyrics:
then a record suggest it
I'm droppin' bombs, but I stay peace and calm
Any MC that disagree with me wave your arm
And I'll break, when I'm through
then a record suggest it
I'm droppin' bombs, but I stay peace and calm
Any MC that disagree with me wave your arm
And I'll break, when I'm through
the songs I guess
The one that I love best
Is the Polka on an old Banjo.
And you start to bend
She takes you by the hand
And I begin to swing her
She
South Park
Or Martin Luther King
Where the youngers sling dope
By the swings
They tryn'a be kings
The only way to do it is the queen
I'm so proud
goin' at niggaz pockets
The watch, faggot yeah, y'all niggaz got my shit
Yo Lex we family, I helped you cop yo' shit
Then help me find my shit
goin' at niggaz pockets
The watch, faggot yeah, y'all niggaz got my shit
Yo Lex we family, I helped you cop yo' shit
Then help me find my shit
[Intro: RZA]
Hip hop is all about having fun, yo, yo
[RZA]
Sword still swing like Kenobi, ya'll cowards know me
Wit the strength of Samson, you
punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P
[Parrish]
What's Up E.D.?
Pass
I thought about it
Me and you no queue
Us two we could wait for hours
We connected by God power
This time is ours
We go through sweet and sour
You be
in the club watch the whole room mood swing
And watch baby throw it back like a bouquet
Me and all my brothers yea we back outside
Me and all my
time
all i know
time is a valuable thing
watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
watch it count down to the end of the day
the clock ticks life away
it's
by the screen door
Wants to play catch
Go fetch
I got you here next to me
Head on my shoulder, hand on my knee
Tell me, girl, how am I supposed
the scale watch a bag fly (Wohh)
No we don't relate
No we don't relate
No we don't relate (Nah)
Got me on the court its half time (Yeahh, yahh yeahh)
Throw
Yeah
A born winner
Mr. sure thing, a hard hitter
That's Phil Hatcher,
With one swing, make the world splinter
A record setter,
Titleholder, a go
of the wickedness
Fuck the world! is my motto
I just can't understand why they point the finger
When they see me doing my thing
Bitches swing when they see me pass by
was us
versus the world til the end
What you always pretend for
Dang you never keep it simple
Your mood swings always treat me fickle
Got me floating
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
the dice roll hoping it won't spiral
Imma call you up
Just to say what's up
Ask you if I should swing by
You know you would have a good time
Wonder if
the pen
Fuck a hand I been stacking my bands
Fye by the belt why Im sagging my pants
Dont lose your life trying to rob me
Full of pain need her on side me
Friends reruns
We bun di toast
Then roast the
butternut squash
Me noh trust
Macintosh product
Me bruck
not ah ting in
The oven get bun up
Now watch how
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
and on
But a man stand up on his own
I'm raised by a different code
Cut from a different cloth
Never been a follower
My momma told me be a boss
Watch who you
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