enough Me have to bluff me have no trust that makes it hard for me to open up But I play the role and now nobody knows what's in me I'm past the point
let me tell you we're comin' out the cellar [repeated endlessly] So get me on the mic I'll be the ill-funk fella Here comes the fingers on the ill-funk
it tight like Hollywood butt-tucks The Five Fingers of Funk as prescribed by Dr. T. Pete Miser on the mic I'm strictly L.V.P. They retaught me how to listen and got me
stay late with D.J. Sass until the next day Fuck Key Largo take me back to the X-Ray Take me back to the X-Ray My fingers are frozen my coat is soaked
Kids are caught going the wrong way Mindstraights tapping you Worried in a flurry about the clout and kids capping you Only thirteen another dream seems
can't compromise Rise Come down all youth when me say open your eyes Lick a shot if you know you must rise Come down all youth when me say open your
Tell me what you're worth 'cause in a burst of flames Blood stains could frame your body leaving your name in vain Now tell me what you did you live
dripping down the hood while I'm flipping The pilot in my pocket is my duty to advise a Bandwagon buster not to dis hip hop The shit they hit it makes me
putting me on the path Look into the rear-view mirror and today I just laugh Back then I used to stumble fumble on the mic or mumble But you still put me
Me Like Cape' without Robert DeNiro You big pussy, so funky that you have to douche me You can't hear me, then my record label didn't push me I know
is hotter, I'm most requested it like WHOA! I'm "Unrestricted", mic perfected like WHOA! The bitch got jazzy, I had to slap her like (*immitating slapping sounds*) When niggaz ask me
_ me like _Cape_ without Robert DeNiro You big pussy, so funky that you have to douche me You can't hear me then my record label didn't push me I know
lifestyle pay me Fade me? I don't think so Wipe your memory with a single Shot from a tre-five-sev Vibration make my fingers tingle... I speak That Yoc
pay me Fade me? I don't think so Wipe your memory with a single Shot from a tre-five-sev Vibration make my fingers tingle... I speak That Yoc-town lingo