(dreamin) I make it happen(make it happen) I aint a g I aint a crip I aint a blood But i be fuckin with them niggas im a thug x2 I got respect I came
a tow-truck repossessed my car Chorus: Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head, ah huh-huh-huh [2nd and 5th: ah
The brain is like a cage, you a slave, that's why they lovin' you This is the book that Eli that start with a K-W. [Hook] [Talib Kweli - Verse 2] I
won't go broke never, cause You can't touch me [Verse 2] O.k Look Alot of people take me for a crook Like my careers been depicted from a book Nothing
[Mad Child] I've lost track of my body count, The amount is enormous Dropped in sector four Non-conformist intimidates, Eliminating all heads of state
there out the motherfucking window) You got the strong scoopers out there? (Word, five book store buses out front All them young boys are certified, they our rentals) [Chorus 2
, cops is coming Runnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin' Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon so I stopped at the 2
've bumped into me on the riker's bus Weed in my teeths, jem in my beauty sleep, sleeve Dead serious, knowledge by 2 percent triple geese Come on, we
[killah priest] The prophecies of a poor man end on a train Take his last breath Slumps over drops his last bit of change A mother pacing by her window
dust, now our skin poppin' Gems drop in '88, baby cake, first born I'm crazy late, words long, worst one was '91 [Chorus 2X] [Killah Priest] Second
10 buck 2 page 83, And all the lies about africanas, and nostradamus, promise, Atomic, bomb, saddam, hussein, who's names not written in the book of life
gangsta spectrum Form an animal house, fume at 11 [Chorus x2: Leatha Face - Shaolin Soldiers] We shell shocked, we burn hotter than a meltin pot Your skeleton drop
the fuck up, when I book the deals And iron my draws, give me cuffs and creases It's your nephew come to fuck your nieces [chorus - 2x] Gimme what
a man that know a man that know the author That sent a ripple through time to let me know the author was me I write my own rhyme book of vignettes Auto
beef, see you at the Bad Boy cook out Get a new look out, pull your black book out Who you know pal for enough to distribute? 2.5 and that's just the
preacher's there for me He's a crook with a book, that motherfucker never cared for me He's only here to be sure I don't drop a dime to God bout the
bodyset Ay yo Allah-u-Akbar, look paw, now I'm set Air conditioned cooler system, yo, the tec glisten On a mission, shoot your back out position Found missing, 2