't use fingers for your horns Yeah, my nigga, PeeWee Y'all know he ain't from Oakland He from Richmond, California, y'all Them Richmond niggars are crazy
it was rough from the start, son And I knew I'd be a hustler, even when I was in kindergarten Feelin' on the teachers and givin' 'em looks And steady takin' all the other kids' coloring books
made, a lesson has been learned But this time, there's no second chance, the hate engulfs the world A million lives are lost each day, a city slowly burns
decline We are the queer We are the whore Ammunition In the class war We are worker We love our queen We sacrifice We're soilent green We are the queer
fake, hey Hoping for love, day after day And it's always someone else The hurting is rough, long are the days And you have hurt me enough You're burning
shooters that are watching for me. (RIFF) PROFESSOR GREEN: I'm heavy, I'm colder, better me know, sir, I can tear apart mc's but I'd rather read a book
And a quiet insecurity In your room The feel of your naked flesh And a frightened touch Sweetheart, I'll give you all I'll burn my books on love And
loud I'll make the hot get hotter when I start to rap And my reward for goin' off is to hear people clap I'm a monster for music, and my means are to
on yo name, shit on it, and burn it Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss What movie you livin' in and how much did it cost? What role are you playin
your publishing We know how much you love to be in front of audiences Hopeful you are School bound you are Naive you are Driven you are Take a trip
Texas City, Texas City Oh, how awful was her fate First she burned and then exploded Now the story, we'll relate Of the Winecoff in Atlanta How she burned
toothpaste Kill yourself like Sean Kingston, suicidal for a title My recitals are vital and maybe needed for survival Like the Bible or any other good book that you read Why are
eye viewing it right now Out there out the motherfucking window) You got the strong scoopers out there? (Word, five book store buses out front All them young boys are
up The blast, burns back into elements Development of gas around the mass of the earth A hundred and ninty six million Now a hundred and forty thousand miles are
(Damn Travis you crazy) Nah just a little misunderstood I got the planet in confusion, for the simple fact my vocabulary lacks the word losin' Contusions are
even niggas wavin' flags like they lost they mind Everybody got opinions but don't know the time 'Cause Amerikkka's been took - it's plain to see The oldest trick in the book
my imagination ran wild She stole my heart just by the way that she smiled I couldn't resist so I grabbed her butt She said, "What's wrong with you fool are