Lyrics:
lane
Swerving in between the lines
You see 'em hating tell him get behind
Might find me posted on the scene, roll up
Burning to the third degree, that O
to written word
Over lessons of life, the 3rd of Bass
Face up, step to a devil
Not takin, but remain invisible
Men judge by passin a mountain
called Caucus,
be the humble most calmest individuals
Hard to spot microdots, we Sasquatch
Stomp MC's, third eye Cyclops lazer beam shots
being fired once
your catalogue and make it suffer third degree
The party is an avalanche caucasian females fell in love with ski
Funny enough they named it after them
murking me
Cut the beat like we in surgery
Step back or get third degree
I ain't heard of you, but you heard of me
They used to call me a demon
Now that be
don't associate with me
I'd rather, get busy to the third degree
Cause the wrong population's on infinitely
If this was the street, my razor would be
a comet
Orbit 'round me, let my sun shine on you
Third degree, the burn sting, don't say I ain't warned you, nigga
I'm sendin' little books to little
shut, got the third degree
magnetic fixations
disintegration
of your creation
is this how you like me?
confused by reality?
always at your mercy?
then
to the third degree
I keep it G, damn G you owe us three
Schemin' on the low, tryna make a nigga profit-ly
All I do is get money, fuck, and sleep
I should
I hop atop a mountain shouting into the void
And by the lack of echoes guesstimate the folks I've annoyed
I'd say the truth is like a plague the way
to give me third degree, you just a third of me (ooh)
Couldn't be the shit if you were a turd of me
A man tight with my funds, crush like Ricky D
Who
these Boyz II Men
I play somethin' verbally, capable to murder the
Average MC; the tough ones I'll burn third degree
And if you're thinkin' that I'm
surrounded by guns, killers and crack rock
Wish God could've re-edited that shot, I guess not
The L-O-G-I-C, open your mind, like O-ren Ishii
At fourteen,
the seduction that comes with a fare
Hot fire sex in the third degree
Burning blunts, blowing lines, popping ecstasy
I'm free from their world
It had its
This is the christmas story as told by my drunk grandpa. Many years ago in hepsaba a child was born to Fred and Doris Ombree he was a very speciel
searching for something that you can't find.
Out of the saucepan and into the fire, third degree burns split the rubber I'm tired.
I guess it could be worse,
have risen from the wicked
To jump on the competition
Scorch ya, third degree burns
Next to their sideburns
All sorts of combustible flows
Firemen
am not one of your tools
Use me abuse me
You burn me to the third degree
You will never see what you mean to me
Don't tell me that shit "you'll see me
the heat rise higher
Like fire third degree burn wiser
Never seeking the messiah
Whatever was alive then is alive in me
DNA feeling wired double-helix super
night when TEST STAND #1 and THE ROCKET SLED ITSELF... (We have ignition!)... got LUNCHED! I said LUNCHED! (Lunched!) By a FAMOUS MOUNTAIN-IN and his
by side
Unheard thoughts
Light and darkness collide
Always some fraction
Of who we once were
Sometime three fifths
Others five thirds
When I come
mom sayin she's feelin me
Who's dealin ki's, that's peace, get your cheese, ?
Pump this masterpiece at the loudest degree
Chorus: Fat Joe,
You can measure by the rate at which the kids graduate
Whether a school is good
And you can count each degree as if they matter equally
After all,
are
Your third-degree PTSD
Dictates the way you live life
You tick like a bomb, ev'rythings wrong
They wisely keep the distance
Oh
Feel sweat and pain
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