And a basket case is in a classless matrix with elastic stitches Raggin a bag of lonely poem remnants Short of breath like you're short of fresh You
Now even though I was only a young buck, I was still trying to kick it Having a gang of fun and much too young to be wicked 'Cause when I was thirteen
out of the four niggas who tried to judge One nigga slid and think he got off the hook Now let me find out one out of them three niggas we bodied Was one
That's why most of these brothers have short term careers You appear to be what's happenin' One a year you crackin' One hitter quitter now you missin
(Entry number one, I still hear the boots in the hallway) Spider: I want your head. I want your wicked parts. I want to wring out your evil thoughts.
Krs-one, them call me krs-one-ah Krs-one, me come to nice up any ja-a-am Krs-one, them call me krs-one-ah Krs-one, me come to nice up any jam Me comin
power persona rhyme get money quicker (spliff star) C'mon c'mon c'mon Who drops the rugged on the tape huh' Shining like the sun on a hot day in jamaica
how I'm flippin', flappin' rippin' up the rappin' Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked, it happen One night in Manhattan, chillin', buggin' Me and some
would not end until one of them died No room did they have for an error to make For the future of life was the trophy at stake But one of the warriors
life was the trophy at stake But one of the warriors flouted the rules And with cunning and guile had the other one fooled As he held up his hands in
Whom we're taught to fear from day number one The beguiling serpent, king of the underworld Betrayer and mocker of heaven's chosen one Evil and wicked
nice day for a white wedding, whoa Well, it's a nice day to start again Well, it's a nice day for a white wedding Well, it's a nice day to, start again
shortens Death to the niggaz who disrespected the Jordan I'm not a pop nigga, fuck what radio say Fuck what video do, but this is all day Hood nigga
, take it off!', cried the eldest one 'Take it off, take it off!', cried she 'For i shan't stay here in this wicked world When there's a better one for
but their souls run empty Well aiyyo, family I beseech you, in the hopes that I may reach you My mother taught me one day that this mid-day would come
take none, slaughter from day one And when I'm through they'll be calling you dre's son Let's have a clean one, dre's a mean one Rhymes like dillengers
and stick it I'm wicked, just like a witch when I kick it So break out your charts and scales and try to rate me Give me a one, son, yep I hope you hate
me each and every day? Could you love me each and every day? Could you love me each and every day? Could you love me each and every day? You should