wings The dark side, the dark side Drop trip Lost on a trip, no acid can supply Because L.S.D. ain't what it used to be for me Inside of dead weight
doppelganger laughing (manifesting wings) The dark side Drop trip Lost on a trip No acid can supply Because L.S.D. ain't what it used to be (for me)
that doppelganger laughing (manifesting wings) The dark side Drop trip Lost on a trip No acid can supply Because L.S.D. ain't what it used to be (for
with me Run with me Can't you see that the sky is falling Is it me or is it cold in here Take off your jacket, let down your long hair and dance with
this might just be a waste of time but there's no one i'd rather waste my time with than all of my best friends so start the car up, we'll all take turns
, get tossed in the flames, nigga [Billy Danze] You must wanna throw the towel in holmes, it's your man B.D. From N.Y.C., the N.Y.G. (IT'S) M.O.P., and
here so follow me Through the fog like I'm S-N-double-O-P Let me guide you through the smoke G If only I wasn't travellin' down this road by my lonely
could burst! Teacher, teacher, quick I need a naked nurse!" [N] "What's the matter?" [E] "I don't know, my leg, it hurts!" [N] "Leg?!? I thought you said
would've guessed That in my future years, I'd be stressin Some say the ghetto's Sick and corrupted Plus my P.O. won't let me hang With the brothers
can you go? Death row, what a brother knows Once again back is the incredible The rhyme animal The incredible D, Public Enemy, number one "Five-O" said
down by the dark D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S A-N-I-M-A-L D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S A-N-I-M-A-L
know what I got weed for people I'm in beast mode, why'd you think I got these teeth for why do I rep that east side and why do they all call me B.O
you're my baby Got a lotta love comin' from above and I thank him everyday, it's the T-O-P I don't wanna be without your love Through the push 'n shove
a l s e m a l a l l f o r t h e s a y e n d e n o g a t a i e n d e n o g a t a i - d a h i am strong in his hands i am beyond me on my own i'm human
fresh For 99 dollars and 95 cents Plus, I don’t want to hear it There’s too much on my mind and I can hear it Calling for the d-i-n-c-o Here comes my
god, 1993, shit is solid. 2nd chorus repeated three times: We are the l. (what!) We are the o. (what!) We are the n. (what!) We are the s. (what!)
d L - o - n - s! Zeeker with zest zen jive as crazy Minds combine elevating the maze Of a cartible character scripture of a picture Picture mister d - I - n
