I finally came to, yesterday is such a blur. I don't know how I got here and I know now I can't turn back. Stranded in the middle of nowhere. Breathe
to stack my green I mean that I love it, I'm Above it, can you feel a realer Mo Thuggish ruggish bandit That'll peel ya drill ya? Can get passed that
Um hmm, okay, okay, yeah Yeah, y'all thought I lost it In no fashion have I lost my passion for the pen It's just that lately life has been a lost less
a serial killer was squeezin' on my throat box In the clutches of danger but not a stranger on the block Is it the cheeferry reefer beat blowin' my chest up? Beat
Like a serial killer was squeezin' on my throat box In the clutches of danger but not a stranger on the block Is it the cheeferry reefer beat blowin' my chest up? Beat
gets all the money All the money Maybe that's right A fat funky fruit with a whole lot of tang A little something called, doing our own thang Breaking the beat
But they can't match the aura, can't impersonate See the first things that comes to pass, is the blast Of the cypress hill weed funk blazin' up a path
Once again back again with my friends Diamond's beats are fat just like a Benz Andre the Giant is great, but I should also mention Lord Finesse, he's
the beat I say, "Holy mackeral" The stunts don't front any longer See my status is large and the props are getting stronger Ride around with Lou Dog in the Path
passion and pain No slashin' the vein, to bleed and drown in a bath Fall down and I laugh, get up wipe myself off And walk down a new path I'm intact
the Summer Jam concert to bash your hero Lie up in your bedroom, smash your bureau We looking for the money, man pass the Euro Apartment to pesos, pass
, living hell His twelve peers didn't exercise their privilege well Babies raised through the glass Bullets at the border, war games take a stab Coordinate who can pass
your decision That's your decision That's your decision Its like I'm torn between two worlds A paintbrush and a microphone A canvas or a beat CD or
That's your decision That's your decision It's like I'm torn between two worlds A paintbrush and a microphone A canvas or a beat CD or LP Anything
' your sacks and vocal toe to toe impeccable Splittin' your backs son, simple as addition and subtraction Black thought, the infinite relaxed one Shorties say they love it with a passion
the Summer Jam concert to bash your hero Lie up in your bedroom, smash your bureu We looking for the money, man, pass the Euro Apartment to pesos, pass
up in the alley, swiggin' Thunderbird Selling rocks on sidewalks, long walks to detox A place where we creep, don't sleep and we sweep the street blocks Moox on the beats
Pass it, a deep theourassic Gravediggaz are massive, puttin' niggaz in caskets Blowin' like the wind, when I'm in my spin Ya got fucked cross the path
