歌詞:
Mass For Three Voices

smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check You crabs test, can't measure the threat I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah Rap barracuda, three

because I'm three steps ahead of em We're not fallin in the slot you slated (E-Roc: We realize that our power's nickel-plated) Masses move as well as

true Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin' Tell your story walkin' Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid Run for

t got a choice Take away your elitist buddies and you haven't got a voice No five thousand for radio, no hundred thou for adds and banners No paying record stores for

Evil yours, now evil mine So I robbed you blind, the voices in my head Could jest a less than peaceful side The endless possibilities controlling every nine, three

and perverse contempt, contempt, and contempt for the seething for writhing and reeling and two-bit reportage, for sick with the body and sinister

suddenly there shone a hideous light And a voice like three inanities soared up in thistled speech Thou hast bred hate where there dwelt none and for

but sex kept me out Hey yo honey, what the fuck you riffin' about? Love should have brought me home but sex kept me out (lesson three, lesson three, lesson three, lesson three

pockets" Got 'em drivin' Benzes Jeeps and Rolls Royces Attackin' me will leave youth with no voices The choice is yours not mine, hang with me I'll