Mr. Rhymer True, radios green for the spies Spies like us see everything you do Every move you make, every last clue All the mistakes and all the check
You can hit me with the book, brick, hammer and all I dig a tunnel or just scale the jailhouse wall Your honor.. [Chorus: unknown reggae artist] True
the real artist, ever since the Sugar Hill started When Suga Ray was still sparrin, I was ill sparkin Skills far from real dark and Late Night was still
total control. Get me out of this predicament before I go unknown. I'm up here dying. You paid your admissions; did you get what you wanted? This night
late night news on CNN Where you can find your child missin, listenin To the artist whose ambition is write like he got a life sentencing Interesting and convincing, get ran through All