the same My pen spits variety Eclecticism is a virtue It may not be a word But it's definitely a virtue Rappers approaching me all across America Believe
you are still tied to the bed When's he gonna come? When's he gonna spring? When's he gonna crawl out in public? When's he gonna come, screaming bombs away When's
I'm kicking down the road I got a top hat on With my head in overload I heard a radio song There was something in the air I think I know it well
doom I need a guiding light Tell me What am I supposed to do... Albino Moon Where you been tonight? Hidin' behind a cloud Albino Moon... Albino Moon What's
Intente verte el Domingo Pero no lo consegui Me senti muy deprimido Para el Lunes lo deje El altar no me seduce Pero se que alguna vez Necesitare
heard Of hands that long for you to hold them The ticket's golden, the ticket's golden If you want to view paradise Simply look around and view it It's
the fact, Jack There's violence in the streets every day Any fool can recognize that But you try to lie and lie And say America's some motherfucking
That's right, I'm a nigga, you know what I'm sayin'? My man Lord Finesse is my motherfuckin' nigga, you know? Evil E's my nigga, Islam's my nigga That's
this old gold cross And this Crimson Tide t-shirt throw ya It's cicadas making noise With the Southern voice Jesus is my friend, America is my home
piece of the globe, every continent Yo, there's Asia, Africa, Europe, France, Japan Pakistan, America, Afghanistan Yo, there's Protestants, Jews, Blacks, Arabic's
where a nigga might bury ya Nigga act up and I better take care of you scared of ya I be ready for the war nigga I'm America's most, bailin' coast to
women takes a livin. Its so sad, its so sad, its so sad, its so saaaddd! [Krayzie Bone] I got alot of niggaz problem that callin babies mama's they
money you earn, the more money to burn Make the sum, 'cuz everything that glitters ain't gold Get on the road to riches, fulfill all your wishes and goals Aiyyo there's
my dirty rap you can go to hell 'Cause Short Dogg's on the mike tellin' cocktails I meet the groupies, hookers like Kathy Fucking M.C.'s cause she's
history, that's his story The red's for the blood and the black's for the man The green is the color that stands for the land The red's for the blood
and gold Why every time I shine you wanna crucify my soul Under investigation cause the ghetto on parole Something's wrong, if I'm not flowin it's
's a patent punishment, in America's design Arrested and incarcerated for other peoples crimes, it's so amazing Oh, sometime, one time, stereotype me Jewelry, jewelry and gold
For diniro's hes a disgrace Denies that he's tellin' a lie lookin' right in his mother's face Can't reside, in his brother's 'states But out ridin' on dub's he take What's