it down (Well all rite cha) Yo yo (Mad dick up in your mouth) (Hah, all nite cha) Yo tical's and doc did it before, I'll do it again Snatch spark to
't admit When they've made a mistake While poison ink spews from a speechwriter's pen He knows he don't have to say it, so it, it don't bother him 'Honesty
we say and what we do Are entirely different things Whispered voices fill the room It's not how it should be Swaying like a tree I feel the sky Somebody calling
world full of fantasies, reality can hurt It's about the fiction, the odds won't go with her on Dream street, dream street Will it all come true? Will it
It's always the quiet ones Who are stranger than fiction They hide under tables like a child What kind of chemistry is it? Leaden or golden? Nobody sees
approach it from all angles and inject some substance deep inside of rap's core Take an MC and back to where it was before [Talib Kweli] Call us Liberty
they do to dream Call it fiction addiction 'cause the truth is a heavy thing 'Member when the levee scream, made the folks evacua-ezz Yeah, I'm still speakin' about it
i flipped my lid breathing walls, flashback to spiders and skulls lights dim, grim reeper decided to call but i had to take a message 'cause it wasnt
eyes About to start shit that'll attract the flies And then you hear lies followed by some cries It's about to be a catastrophe We call it a sword style
toothpicks Beat 'em with two whips, with pieces of broken glass glued to it Your whole crew get spayed and neutered As soon as I aim and shoot it, you
and folded that open letter said "dead men walking don't dream" You taped yours, and you told me I could rent it Thought it was invented for my viewing
s medicinal I love it, love it, love it Bitch I love it unconditional [Hook] Roll up a dime I got what you need Bitches they love it, bitches they love it
microphone Yo, rip it and I freaks it, hic-up, freaks it, hic-up When I freaks it with my drunken technique I'm makin' pimps squeak but now it's whacker
gun baby, pump me full of lead It hard to hold you when you movin' vulgar Peace sign on your eyes like John Travolta My pulp ain't fiction, it's an addiction
, you just should of give it My squad bring horror to rap like Wes' Craven Any track I spitted on, I shitted on Anybody disagree'n with that we could get it
from my city they wanna talk smack But they be so wack they aint worth dissing back (Worth Yo (???)) Nope pass it down the line, we call it the train
city, yeah Its goin down, let me introduce you to the fam. Come and meet the Browns. The work goes around and come around like boomerang And we got the trap jumpin' call it
rollin wit us, like co-defendents, no phony business So know the difference - from supreme solo it's the styles ancient as Moses scriptures It's Latin