a human paintbrush A good machine An out-of-sink So lush And it's no secret anymore There's a renegade planet to explore Premium part-time Loser on the
our dead opposition to get one last phoney handshake I read a lot and write a lot, empty my pockets at the giro shop Hit the cash machine for some green
of my squads gats bursting I through the tri-borough bridge In my fat land with my two nines and my mans I'ma second from the spot I cross the street
know it But its something else to you Like that job This morning when you got there and it was quiet And the machines were yearning soft behind you Yearning
of bottle tops And got glocks in the lex when we ride behind cops.pb On broke days we used to put water in our cereal Now we crossing borders just to
s pappy broke jail about a dozen times The babies all got sick and when the doctor wanted money He said, "I'll pay you a quarter at a time startin' tomorrow
the lonely man How do you think he keeps his head on straight? Can you feel his rhythm? What do you think he visions When he squints at the line from behind
devise our demise, we grow wise [Hann] Upset the set up, the element of surprise [both] IT'Z A SET UP [Guru] It's time to upset the set up [Verse One
world. (Slaine) I?m a product of America, youth psychotic from narcotics Born consumers and STD?s, yeah I got it A victim of a media machine, violence
behind I seen it every time they come and go That's why I drop to my knees and ask god to distinguish friend from foe and what do you know by the time
t need restrictions Raise the forceful fist Forge ahead with fun As long as I live I will cross our weapons To heat up the steel It's time for an ovation