his head I said, "Sir Isaac, you dumbbell, take my advice Go right back there and sleep beneath that tree And if you let that rotten apple fall down on your head
Bucktown Lookin like she needed a good fuckdown I was like damn momma you like ecstasy Like James Brown I wanna get in to it like a sex machine I said
' changed still, party and bullshit We used to fuck R&B bitches and see who rhyme sickest For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out Machine
la familia is ultimate superior we don't jack cars we jack for aircraft carriers I bounce like trampolines, when I be blowing the fiends to pieces hymn em like sewing machines
Cuz it's simple and plain How could you sit and complain quick When we payed the way for you to Get in the game chicks, nigga's wuteva it's Only the
percent luck, twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name Mike, he doesn't need his name
superior We don't don't jack cars we jack for air craft carriers I bounce like trampolines when I be blowing the feces to pieces Hymn 'em like sewing machines
head. I said, "Sir Isaac, you dumbbell, take my advice. Go right back there and sleep beneath that tree. And if you let that rotten apple fall down on your head
, i'm so groggy, the mach nine valentine aint for everybody, but i will say this to yall that used your fifteen of fame, to mention my name, that sixteenth
Crusaders in white, red crosses they wear Defilers of light, in god's name they dare Acolytes of God or Baphomet By the churches' law merchants of death
there And out there somewhere And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads? Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows Your nose can only
it to here just watching that world go by This is the year that either we do or we die (chorus) Sell out, sell out that's the name of the game Sell
Manslaughter Manslaughter Code name E D, check on the one, two, three Black male hard MC Rap record slave, a brother on the scene With a machine gun
?C? // Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased in a glass with an ion beam for longevity // For more than ten centuries, impressions and memories // The first time-machine
Is ultimate superior we don't dont jack cars We jack for air craft carriers I bounce like trampolines, when I be blowing the feces to pieces Hymn em like sewing machines
my phone, I stay talkin free If it ain't 'bout money stop callin me Leave me alone if you ain't talkin G's If your name ain't on a damn caller ID (caller
down tonight From the tops of our heads, the tips of our toes We untouchable, yea I keep my song in my soul Blessed my heart and made it go Tops of our heads
sonny, you're drunk! So whatchu tryin to tell me officer? You tryin to tell me that that machine, tell me I'm drunk man? Somethin wrong with that machine That machine
