Lyrics:
international think rational
The 12th street crew move back when we come through
I think the whole world's going insane
I fill my brain up with Dainy, and drink
No lawyers fees, no second chance
No, no, no, no, no
And we could spent our whole lives waiting
For some thunderbolt to come
And we could spent
in a river
Dead by a trigga thinkin he Schwarzenegger
Fools don't take him I took him across the liver
Keep Lloyd line on my stomach from
on the game
I suppose what you're spittin' is flames, cowards
Knew your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
getting the job done, boy up every night
I'm about rolling a seven, when I toss up the dice
I'm about getting my logo off, flooded with ice
I'm about
The magnificent seven
Ring, ring, it's 7:00 A.M.
Move yourself to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we came what?
We off the chain, plus we plottin on the chain, what?
Know ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
enemies that's RIP only tactic
But if by chance we kill each other our souls'll go at it
See I'm doggin' the triple six it's death bt the sword
I told satan
Without consulting any of us
Sales and distributions of our futures
If this world were fair and right
They'd give up the car keys this very night
Damn, hit
the Shiggy challenge
Bust it, make it shake, I can't even keep my balance
We on our second date, and I made her pay the balance
'Cause I don't wanna
I
Living carefree laughing, got jokes on the daily
Y'all acting like some old folks y'all don't hear me
Yo I'm in my second childhood
"Cause when I flow
your title is seven
Takin' out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelfth well I'll go for self
Rockin' New York like no one else
You can
fucking show him off to me, I'll have a word with him... tell my band to come up
here when I ain't ready!" So, we get on stage, as I said, ten minutes early
[Chorus]
[Erick Sermon]
Word yeah, tell em P, yo
I never seen y'all before, when I came through
With my dogs headbanging with the, Hit Squad crew
Ha
In there, but for the grace of God, go I
It's cunning
I wonder what it means?
I rock a jam for love
I quit my band for love
I smack
what you tell 'em?" Told 'em, "Fuck the monotony"
Game a life of Monopoly
Yes, I'm livin' it properly
Yes, I got chains 'round my neck, but first I
(Kutta, cut that shit up, man)
Switch the weather when I want, we at the other, other spot
Me and bro ain't swappin' out our jewels, this another
how to be free
Just open your mind and relax with the Peas
Let us call our mellow crew, help you out to peep the ease
Like a thirty-five mile cruise,
pushed back tonight)
Dear God, I want the riches
Money hungry bitches infested
Givin' the jealous niggas sickness to witness
My crew dresses, in
death day
They stay on some other shit
Pops shoot, second nut
Inherited his stubbornness skies are grayer
My whole clique despise the Mayor
With dreams
It was so hot back in 1989
We were so young and things were fine
Turned my walkman straight up to eleven
When my tape tangled up only at second seven
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