Lyrics:
Sobers
But I can bowl overs
In quite an unorthodox way
Now cricket's a game that can baffle us all
It's the silly mid-on that gets me
Silly or not,
got niggas bobbin they heads and grabbin' they dicks
And yellin' out loud (yo kid, that's the shit!)
The unorthodox I drop, you can't touch
You hang
the beat smash your eardrum, you heard well
Then the two Tech' equalize occurs well
Beats straight off the box, rhyme unorthodox
From the Isle', where
I've been around, and you've heard the sound
Of the D.O.C. and the new style that I've found
It's quite unorthodox, but still bass and
Enough to make you
{Now is the time.. to stretch your brain to it's maximum}
[Pharoahe Monch]
I am one who is one with all things, thus the unorthodox I am
The paradox I
every leaf into the limb because
I'm a flower child, she got the green thumb
Position myself with the stars, and I'm unorthodox, I'm more than rock
heard, crime pays
and always, unorthodox, I hold my pistol sideways
We kill crews, hearts go numb
and if retaliation comes then yo fuck it, it just comes
of those uppity Black men
With an unorthodox jew to back him
I reach out and touch, I don't tap in
So please don't think it can't happen
I got
we have finally been awakened!'
The assault was on, I got knocked to the ground by one
Shocked in an unorthodox form boxing
Throwing an abnormal
Oh
Uh ha
I grew up in H-town living life on the blocks
From then that's when I became unorthodox
I use to tie knots in ma socks
Filled them
recorders, make sure you document this
Apocalypse, infinitely adjacent, we stylin' with aquaness
Unorthodox, knock shit, neon crushin' ask us
Just
noise with your voicebox
One word, four syllables, unorthodox
Describes my style best, I attack, never rest
Cause in my sleep a metronome click beats
rhymes
Crimes is crazy, easy baby
Mess around, get drowned and have that ass in Paisley
(Props is props) Unorthodox, so watch!
Where we live, we get
the material
Unorthodox paradox, my shit is seen wide-screen Magnavox
Grabs thought like Doctor Octopus
Cause war like the grandson of Kush
I'm hangin
of the border
Shaolin in the shadow
Medina in the shadow
The Emerald City in the shadow
Mysteries revolve around my unorthodox sound
Splash you, I'm
fourth in the line-up,
The opposing pitcher's a right-hander with an unorthodox wind-up.
And a good move to first, throws a curve, and changes speeds.
Can
thug cock, ready to target on lock.
Unorthodox is my style cause its for the Hard Knocks.
Bald head and Dreads locks yo,
Strictly Hiphop.
We blow
A fear, a door, a sense of gain
To film a crop, unorthodox flowers
A mind, too tall to fit unexplained
scary place to go
It's whorled and it's swirled with death like lace, you know
You may have found my views unorthodox
but now the wolf is at the door; it
Some of us pray, and some of us sin
Some of us just don't know where to begin
Guilty hearted pleasures, may contain some unorthodox measures
Can't
[Chorus with variations]
[E-40]
Look, actin' bad unorthodox behavement
Celebratin' breakin' bottles on the pavement
Put some Barbarians on ya squad that
And it might seem unorthodox
But I am trying to remove all traces of your personality
So I'm sending you a box
Full of stuff you left when you
and a handy cam
Posted up at the Cypress Hill coffee shop
I'm miraculous, fuckin unorthodox (*inhales*)
I'm glad we could chop it up
Before I bounce let me
what you heard, crime pays.
And always, unorthodox, I hold my pistol sideways.
We kill crews, hearts go numb,
And if retaliation comes then yo, fuck
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