Till there was you. There were birds in the sky But I never saw them winging No, I never saw them at all Till there was you. And there was music, And
s nipple is mine for the milking, Till nobody else even fucking feels me, till' it kills me I swear to god I'll be the fucking illest in this music There is or there
our love of music I present to you, country music without prejudice, hey Country boys don't rock and roll Yeah, the record man told me so You'll never
hopefully you dead on a rival, close curtains yeah, i'ma be in the rear, faded, ? like i was dead when he made it everywhere you look i'm right there and you
music that is beyond all You go to sleep you wake up you do it again And there's a beat you make up inside of your head And
It was televised, there's been an accident like Geico They thought I was burnt up, like Pepsi did Michael I must gotta Angel, 'cause look how death missed his ass Unbreakable, what you
man with a big, long, fat, cigar Said, "C'mere son, I'm gonna make you a star" Bo Diddley said, "Uh, what's in it for me?" Man said, "Shut your mouth
herb so fuck what's over there, there's a party over here/ We got drinks to serve, twistin' up the herb so fuck what's over there, there's a party over
is a family thang Till I take one to the brain, I'll remain the same You look out for me, I look out for you This is what you do to unite your trues
, who you tellin'? 'Cause we Allustrious, ashes to ashes And dust to dust, if you fuck with us It's a must we bust and if you stand wit us Nine times out of ten, son you
got the hawk wit' me No talk wit' me, in the yard wit' my dickies Young but I remind you of somebody in the sixties I knew it was on when our God was shown But I was
a crappy deal least it came with a few toys like a happy meal this game you could never win cause they love you then they hate you then they love you
and go Im the highlight, like when markers glow ooo look what you created, only got yourself the blame, I remember when you hated, ooo Now you tell
you do Hip hop gonna bop till I drop." Watch out world, comin' at you full throttle Better check that sausage, before you put it in the waffle And while you
mic on fire I speak legalized dope, hit man for hire I quote murderous notes dope rhyme supplier Hang glide on the mic like a stunt driver And I won't stop rockin' till
Yeah What up man? Should boy prospect right here man? C Squad bx, you know what it is man Quite a long time man Y'all niggaz think this shit is easy Niggaz
you suckas can rock that beat 'Cause you stand there looking like a sap And in your rap, I hear my rap The sucka MC must want my fame 'Cause he didn't stop rappin' till