free, From the leaders and the clones, Life and talk of destiny I don't even know, Apologies, to my creation for these wasted days, My transcendence has a
me Looking for trouble Right behind me My outlaw Niggas Down to die for me (Naw what I mean) I hit the scene Niggas ducking for my Guillotine Stare
the law come get me No baby momma drama, nigga miss me, why plant seeds in a dirty bitch, waitin to trick me, not the life for me Livin carefree, til
soaky wet in sin When our life begins And for the rest of our days To reach his kingdom full of bliss We seek forgiveness For something we didn't do
of me You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster For me the microphone
to jocks with reeboks, fleeing hard rocks A la cafe, bambatta flashy fashion Imagine crashing bashes with bitches that be bad and wishing for the fame and recognition There on a mission for
[DA Smart] Somebody stole me, you took me from Kunta to Toby and mold me, in a way that you freed me but still hold me What you tryin to pull? Eatin
worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang Don't you worry
the last five days of these trials and tribulations And I'm waiting for the Lord, oh, please don't leave me forsaken Caught up in the doom, prepare for
real through the drama We still brothers now We've done forty-five drives Forty-five hour flights Forty-five days a week Forty-five minutes a night Add another forty-five for
for longer than a decade As we begin to blaze, through the milky ways Repenting from our filthy ways, replenish for our guilty days The eyeballs, swell
your understandin' have me hunger like a famine Prepare for landin', for landin', for landin' Abortin' the River Jordan like a RZA recordin' Fourth disciple, bring forth the cycle Or a tidal wave, it's like a
stop breathin' Givin' careers a severe beatin' for MCing, it's something That I don't take lightly, how the fuck you ever invite me To a duel, I drool
raise the sword and revolted Psychological warfare for the holy, smoke your last bowl-y Your little ship a capsizes your rap dies slowly Got a good old fashion passion for
on the electric cello Which she ain't never studied And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary About his inability to hold an erection on the high holy days
get high I, uh, just get by Can't do me nothin' 'cuz God is on my side All praises due to the Most High (To the Most Hight) To the Most High heed your
if he dropped a bomb in this You still gon be found in a ditch My name should be Robin Banks, the way I be robbin banks I'm a fiend for the S-500, I
a latch key kid with a snotty nose High school drop out, space, I'm around me whiteout And I ain't dealin' with no minimum wage I'd rather construct rhymes on a
