feel the chemicals kicking in It's getting heavy and I want to run and hide I want to run and hide I do it every time, you're killing me now And I won
and no one hears But everybody hates and fears Every day they leave a tray And take an empty one away On that tray are chicken legs Potato salad and
and grab my motherfucking clip Then I'm a break out the door cause I'm mad like fuck And I'm pissed off and like get your ass and stick you up I'm broke
and blues reggae and jazz some rock and roll could be cool but I'm a hip hop baby from the heart and never flip flop baby gimme a drank and a song and
resource And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch and hit you with levels beyond your control My momma never raised no punks and hoes Just relear niggas
ghetto resource And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch And hit you with levels beyond your control My momma never raised no punks and hoes Just relier
bushes And let out off they ammunition, but they didn't hit him, they missed him So homie ducked and rose backed up buckin' off his shit And hit one
by ya self and you die alone So as long as ya grown, ya might as well gone and just Do what tha fuck you wanna do Go ahead and say what tha fuck you
today and not promise tommorrow smoke weed and set lead and try to dry my sorrows in this game of life ain't no rules to follow and if I come to lie for
daily, and Peers get chilly, turnin macks fully Now they bandin, court rehanded and got remanded, faught A one to three degree from V-O-P and N-C-C-V And
we're still alive and kickin No we aint dead yet Pumpin smoke in our lungs to the effects of the sun Eatin hamburgers cooked on the grill Biscuits and
' no more Where I don't gotta raise the hammer and clap the 4 Where I don't gotta kick your door and ask for more Where I don't gotta dig your floor and
church to repent I get you Guess'n like jeans, you're just a hill of beans I'm all that jazz, and I kick, kick, kick, kick.. [Common] The razzamatazz
Posse, you keep the spirit alive Come on Thank you You still feel alright? You want some more? Come on Kickin' it, kickin' it, kickin' it yeah Move
and take them tall I like to make a lot of generate the one eyed mouse Build 'em up and let 'em fall Just lay 'em on and leave the linen tight Taken up and
me out of nowhere And all my life I don't know That I've ever felt so alive, alive Here we are now with the falling sky and the rain We're awakening
, I die on my two feet And you confused like a Jew wearin' kufis I'll rip your MC, no matter whose street Call Daipus and how Doc abuse loose-leaf Yeah
mine, girl When Timbaland plan and I'll do the ground work Whether you in Tims, Air Force or Converse Let me see the high niggas on the left side And