people, she was teaching me By not preaching to me but speaking to me In a method that was leisurely, so easily I approached She dug my rap, that's how we got close But then she broke
wreck y'all niggaz call it mic check I'm vexed and if I got an itchy finger like Bernard Geotz With a pad and a pen I blend funky images That leave your
for sodium Money, money, sweet as the smell of magnolia It's get you down, but you spitting image of Appolonia Now how can I go broke, pumping twenties
't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to da club, stupid I'm tryin' to clear up my fuckin' image, so I promised the fuckin' critics I wouldn't say, "
t count, so give my G's up (straight up) And when it comes to shootin you the one who freeze up That's why yo' broke ass could swallow these nuts and
a see human bein' So they start smokin' weed, we'll never get our day Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shape 'Cause they all broke an' why
rather be in hell Than be a wealthy man this morning But it?s too late now It's too late now It's too late now Whatever happened to images 'cause now
Om Nothing?s gonna change my world Nothing?s gonna change my world Nothing?s gonna change my world Nothing?s gonna change my world Images of broken light
All right, stop whatcha doin' 'cause I'm about to ruin The image and the style that ya used to I look funny, but yo I'm makin' money, see So yo world
Verse One: Humpty Hump (Shock G) All right! Stop whatcha doin' 'cause I'm about to ruin the image and the style that ya used to. I look funny but
A'ight, stop whatcha doin' 'Cause I'm about to ruin The image and the style that ya used to I look funny, but yo, I'm makin' money, see So yo world I
seems to be absolutely mandatory, cuz you be manipulatin' skin But no way, because you fake I can trace out your image Even though you don't cast one
cantines, at least two roam on wild plain For my voice drain the gramophone, dance for rain Cloak and spell Choke on smoke from my broken quail Pray
to be absolutely mandatory, 'cause you be manipulatin' skin But no way, because you fake I can trace out your image Even though you don't cast one,
is I) forsaken take over in the making live wire retire all great men mic-pope rope-a-dope (ma-des-en) intention Broke through your fences now this
auction And let them chant the number And use an ivory pointer to count your teeth Remember Steppen Fetchit Remember Steppen Fetchit how we laughed An all your Sunday school images
Who holds the key? No fucking 'bout it, I broke the lock off I grew the top off, took the comma, period, dot off And ran on wit it and broke you a whole
's with me, put one in your mouth Now picture me dressed in white linen while your life is ending Slightly grinning, picture that priceless image Picture me broke