On the up! Did you shout? -- thought I heard Dig the line, reality works Two hours before, I end my walk 1000 yards -- what for? What for? On the
On the up! Did you shout? -- thought I heard Dig the line, reality works Two hours before, I end my walk 1000 yards -- what for? What for? On the up
music and rhythm Rhythm backed by words, all in my system System by techniques, techniques I got my heart in Heart into the music, music I take part in One try, one God, and one
taught me to scrap Left the bitch on the ground with her eyes on black Ran away from the house of Teresa and Nate Into juvenile detention where I built up
on my money, my money on my mind (Got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind) I got my mind on my money, money on my mind (Got my mind on my money
fuck!" With his windows down and his system up So, will the real shady please stand up? And put one of those fingers on each hand up? And be proud
switch up because some niggas stalked you up. Or is the fact that they thought you was rollin with us. Left you all draged, like two trains crashin it up
shit and re-analyze everything about you My rhymes on the preserve Niggas know we deserve Everything up in your stash and in the reserve Fuck that!!! Hook up all my lyrics on
back me on go get your mack on and keep the track goin and latch on hope you can catch on Follow the beat you sweet bitches and get your dance on Tipsy
your life's been way off line You're falling to pieces everytime And I don't need no carryin' on Cause you had a bad'n day You're taking one down You
This is how it goes Welcome one and all to the show We're wired up/fired up/and ready to go In the back of the parking lot outside of the bar Twenty deep
sat down next to a picture that sat on the nightstand It was his wife in the picture on his side With the ring on the finger on the week that she died
out of the shadows, We rock the satellites! All these people who, criticize us, We're only saying what we're seeing with our own eyes.. This one way system
ve decided to rob this motherfucker the legal way Nobs injecting ourselves to become property on the stock In the penal system. In the justice system
music No one man should have all that power The clock's tickin', I just count the hours Stop trippin', I'm trippin' off the power (21st century schizoid man) The system
of my mind Punkass motherfucker son of a gun Just one of a kind Ripped the system and burnt the shreds No pity for the masses Sympathizer I am A communist A prick up