out So when the heart crash lands, What memories will survive? I thank my black box that i'm alive I feel unlucky today, can't wash the panic off my face Didn't learn a
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telephone Goin' to a disco that's packed with men It's like tryin' to get a dance in the federal pen Walkin' through a park with a gang and the guys
consider this I can make a rhyme comlicated as a puzzle Dangerous and as violenl as a pit bull in a muzzle But this record is for radio s-t-e-r-e-
what's the reason for a gym Ain't hot enough to even work up a sweat I been fire since Wu days with The Perfect Cassette So when you mention my name these
it out Pon cocked, the Don Juan doc send crews back to the shoe shine box Connect the dots, my description, black Mel, yellow da mellow I make it hard for
, throw me away Niggaz just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me right? Like I'm a F, I'm a gun, shit It's like I'm a motherfuckin' gun I can't believe
I always thought I had a pitch-black mind Surrounding voice change my view I feel fine now, it is a shame how I found out: A) When I was a kid I was full
lastin' longer than a Duracell battery To the lessons of clock, got pin and a cock Got two and a half non-stop and the door ain't locked I'm out of line like a
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' rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow My rhymin' is a vitamin, Hell without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box
heads and they always spinning I got two arms that the deejays, they use for ripping Plus, a fader in my middle that they always gripping I'm completed with the two records used for
' I'm black but I'm not ? Lou wrong? Disappeared for a year now I'm back y'all So get down with the entrepreneur of funk Not a sloppy fat punk or a Shaolin
yank, a superior rank Won't stop the jock in some American car use a lyrical radar But I'm rolling, the cartel's tolling For the D's keep folding
you turn to find a scapegoat on the wall Gaze into the mirror begging pardon If everytime we tell a lie a little fairy dies They must be building death
