Bearer (Meko the Pharaoh)] (In the North) So So Serious (At the club) So So Serious (Rollin' on dubs) So So Serious (It's.. not.. a game) So So Serious
treble shall yell Hangin' in the heavens on the sound supreme So clear to the ear it is sometimes seen So loud like a cloud with thunder and lightning So
I start firing I never cease I get hyped, when *bang* the mic's my piece Chorus [maestro fresh wes] Yeah Like franklin, columbo, I'm jumble-la I can run so
hopes, fuck tha bullshit Stand up in front of dat, you get tha full clip I'll beat a nigga senseless, his skin is missin', listen My knockouts is six, so serious
Buckun' the same clips, fuckin' the same chicks The game sticks, so remain slick or get slain quick Street niggaz regulatin', doe and hoes and North
you know that I'll shank you hard, dead in your ear So you can hear every rhyme that's near and far, like the Northern star Cause I'm on.. [Ced Gee]
her eyes Silently begs me, Be Nice A matrimonial warning Not worth ignoring So I resist the urge to ask Storm Whether knowledge is so loose-weave Of
(feat. El-P, Aesop Rock, Tame 1, Yak Ballz of The Weathermen) [voices talking:] Hot bukakke session... I mean seriously... How many fucking times do
the light, and it's way too late to pray. Run away, now run go hide, you can run you can try to survive, but i doubt it so seriously, you stay alive.
Buckun' the same clips, fuckin' the same chicks The game sticks, so remain slick or get slain quick Street niggaz regulatin' Doe and hoes and North states
and treble shall YELL Heard in the heavens are the sounds supreme So clear to the ear it is sometimes seen So loud like a cloud with thunder and LIGHTNING So
d like to thank you, too." - ELVIS PRESLEY "Three young singers were killed today in the crash of a light plane." (This referred to the deaths of early stars
know that I'll shank you hard, dead in your ear So you can hear every rhyme that's near and far, like the Northern star Cause I'm on.. [Ced Gee] I come
When I start firing I never cease I get hyped, when *BANG* the mic's my piece [CHORUS] [Maestro Fresh Wes] Yeah Like Franklin, Columbo, I'm jumble-la I can run so
treble shall YELL Heard in the heavens are the sounds supreme So clear to the ear it is sometimes seen So loud like a cloud with thunder and LIGHTNING So
