him alone, You don't wanna go eggin' him on. It'll never be my chair that you're on. Crown so tight that it cuts off circulation to the brain, no oxygen
like Lauryn Hill blood spill from now until [Verse 2: Vybz Kartel] Lyrically everyone gangsterin, but who wanna take it to the streets, nobody answerin Bullets to your brain
it right in the sky. Look me right in the eye. Hey yo kid, you want to fly. The why-o, the n-ya, from N.Y. to egg white. You cannot deny so why even try
miles of prime We be plain Jack belt loaded, ha I pause, I holler, still powder line Selling bulge egg tourniquette, ha The more you know the brain
I remember when I was twelve years old No worries in my brain with a pound in my pocket And a chest full of smoke I remember all the chordies we drove
me sometimes i feel like i'm going crazy but take a look at my family cause the apple don't fall too far from the tree ever since my mother was pregnant with her second egg
to spread the sound about the DFLO Let me give your ears a baptismal Dip into the pool and let me chisel Chunks of ignorance out your brain system As
winded I will diss you, from long distances You will not get the chance, like Choppa Ness and Dylan, to dis-respect, who you don't listen to Egg in the skillet brain
there mouth and bumpin off with rented necklaces Wicked reckless nobody expected Bumpin this wicked shit'll boil your brain dead I can fry a mutha fuckin egg
Beware, four figures appear through the fog Yeah, Gravediggaz cut like swords Fear makes ya brain go numb You ain't got a clue where the Gods come from
avoid being played short like an elf bust a side bust her in the head then watch all of yoke come runnin out his egg im tryin to stack
the day is on all the time All the latest gossip all the latest rhyme You mind is you temple keep it beautiful and free Don't let an egg get laid in
and die I see the rain and Ride your brand new choo choo train Find that lovely lizards fly Try some brain goo picnic pie Blind no arms no head no leg Fried another rotten egg
No mercy for the tail plane A singe for the handle-bar moustache Cremation for the bone-domed brain Death to rockets into space Chaos take the human egg
to get serious with it (Yeah) Time for everybody to feel it, similar to the egg in the skillet This is your brain on drugs, Xzibit brain on thugs Ain
let him alone you don't wanna go eggin him on It'll never be my chair that you own crown so tight that it cuts all circulation to the brain no oxygen
stupid name B is for Boob that lita has none C is for Canada that just had a war with lita D is for dogs that just ate Lita E is for Egg Nog like Litas brain
to mark the death of my womb But I've graduated, got my wings and you've got to let go of My constructed Lego egg-o-waffle halo Eh yo, I'm a black man