talk you can sing If you can walk you can dance Yeah, and the trumpet is blown Yeah, alright, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Alright Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, one more
caught in the crossfire Bunch of rabbits indicatin' these dudes should retire One was going bald rockin' a sunroof A gas guzzler and his grill was one
You need healing, my mic give you incredible boost Where I use satellite vision, stare at my alphabetical soup Plus I use the Big Dipper to take, more than one
aware of the cost Motherfucker, thought you knew the people ready for war... So before I begin, let's commit to rhyme Keep the women in the mix and do it one more
tight Stylez hit the darkside, show 'em the light Life ended to the ice that freezes m.c.'s Friend of the flame, burn 'em in one game Tell Oxygen, he
LL Radio killer Yeh Y'all think they can handle this one man? Alright Call the radio and tell 'em this your song This your song, this your song, this
Hear the saw, saw, saw right below your jaw You see your own head roll off the table and fall See the puck, puck, puck flamin arrows in your truck And one
I been And every day I dream about How it seem like everyday was February 14 Cupid on beam, that arrow?s sting We were more than a fling We were more
red cells, rain drops hits the pelv Path is dull and narrow You're stalked by a shadow I pierced your skull with a fucking arrow So narrow, only one
ammunition to knock off you Your crew and some more guys You motherfuckers better get wise Make sure your first shot is sweet, trying to kill the elite 'Cause you ain't getting no more
'm the richest, infamous, and they can feel this, Commander of them soljas out the melph, lio, and nolia, You can't stop us, fuck them choppers, We got grenades, drop one
they first met There was a dramatic pause Cupid?s arrow broke the silence They?ve been together ever since Damn you cupid you?ve taken another one Shot an arrow
love to hate you, like I love you And just tear your dreams apart I said, close your eyes And imagine that I'm nice Cupid's arrow looking more like
a point like Rajon Rondo one, two, three, if you tryna get fresh like me one, two, three, if you tryna get fresh like me (fresh like this, are you fresh like that) one
I'm wanting her more The bitter taste is cumbersome No yeah No no no yeah No no no yeah There is a balance between two worlds One with an arrow and
white stallion A hawk in flight, the bow in his hand A deer approaches at the edge of the forest The arrow flies, blood on the snow Said Mamma, said
man, real man Suffer them slings and arrows Be a real man, now be a real man Don't sell yourself for nothing Be a real man, be a real man Don't take no crap from no one
can see, 'cause I used to be blind Yo, Hesta Prynn I'm gonna press rewind Like Edward Amos, I'ma stand and deliver Got more rhymes in my head than you got arrows