I drown you with powtha down as around ya Such a style that impowers such powers look how you cower Jumped out on you now like I was a jaawa from fuckn star wars
my flow, eenie meenie minie moe Throw them type a...right out my window Blast they...hit them from a direct blow Bo, comin' through like G.I. Joe Star wars
on my licence plate (aight) Ripping mc’s then got a rap chick fiending (fiending) Celine type creaming (creaming) Make them rappers poof like them crackers
re a star) Robbing blue collar (you’re a star) (yeah rob them blue collars) Killing for a dollar (you’re a star) Youths get tired (you’re a star) (youths
sky That I'm under Who gets money, remain fly Yeah, I wonder? Eyes flutter As love When Nas pops up Stars get starstruck Panties start drippin', the
towards a universal season Getting over overhanging trees let them Rape the forest, they might stand and leave them Clearly to be home Getting over wars
that we got it (Deathstar) And you know that we got it (Deathstar) Fades... Uncle Owen: Luke, getcho butt over here right now, Stop muckin around with that damn landspeeder, Where them
's over when I open them I want the things that I had before Like a star wars poster on my bedroom door I wish I could count to ten Make everything be
lamb You try to deafen me And leave it for shaving Man over for same, yeah Ben stars in all my wars and more They're gonna act in emergency When he beats them
, what's the penalty Unnecessary roughness, career endin' injuries for suckers Stuck on stupid, shoot 'em with a dart like Cupid Until they got love for my music Star Wars
all about niggas that doubt our reputation Start'n conflict and don't know what they facing Want twist us all in there black magic [Unverified] suggest paper of wars
drowned you with piles of downers around ya Such nostalgia and powers, such prowess, look how you cowered Jumped out on you now like I was a Jawa from fuckin' 'Star Wars
Saw Star Wars at least eight times Had the Pac-Man pattern memorized And I've seen the stuff they put inside Stretch Armstrong (yeah) I was Roger Staubach
I saw Star Wars at least 8 times Had the pac-man pattern memorized And I've seen the stuff they put inside Stretch Armstrong I was Roger Stauback back
foot in a Taurus It's a different madness, they would never abandon us But this is a crisis, prepare for disaster Chorus: Start spreading the news (start, start, start, start
to this... Let them know we run this shit And let them know just how you feel the way your country is Now look how beautiful destruction is Bang Start
(Rah-Digga) I be the worst like Nick To all them mc thugs Like them 4 little kids And the teacher gettin plugged I don't give a fuck style Tell me come
everybody on my license plate (Aight) Ripping Mc's then got a rap chick fiending (Fiending) Celine type creaming (Creaming) Make them rappers poof like them
