Or did i just get used to being alone Will there ever come a day When all my problems go away? and leave.....just leave Im so scared of being vacant
heat rock, forreal (Woman) Why do you think that other rappers lack the impact of your music? (Wayne) That's because they ain't got that heat rock like
girls say i look good but im better in person my waves are success yes i call it swag surfing my business so corporate but my style so urban never rock
she bouncin on my pogo, she a fool with it clown it BOZO. Haha yeaahh, we poppin and I do my dougie I ain't talkin beat boxin, skinny jeans get ta swagg leave rockin
, sleep on the street Obey the rules of the ones, who want beef? We'll eat Y'all niggaz weak in a motherfuckin? way it's so pitiful I'll leave you motherfuckers
work, leaves bodies scarred and hurt To art in hell, where the next man dwells The place with stankin' pussy and crack rock dwells
We got many psychopathic ninjas on this track Choppin off wigs like a flyin guillotine attack Jumpsteady, a shocker, rockin the blue blockers A Bruce
, gats...huh, I swerve 'em right DIPSET! Bitch yes, peep our urban life Like lighting herb tonight, cops come adjourn the site They leave...U-turn...
love is cold I don't want to leave for the city The suburbs is my home, yeah, yeah Sometimes day's as dark as night The suburban natives fight They got no urban
, sleep on the street Obey the rules of the ones who want beef we'll eat Y'all niggaz weak in a motherfuckin' way it's so pitiful I'll leave you mother
High tech weapons everywhere We roll in the jungle In the middle of the field, they tumble Somebody gon' crumble after the rumble Urban souljah Head
Sphinx upon the Nile Reverberating Why is you hatin' hip hop we creatin? Across the desert sands we be bakin' My melanin The key to lock rock spots and
Nile Reverberatin, why is you hatin, hip hop we creatin Across the desert sands, we be bakin My melanin, the key to lock, rock spots in flocks Off
that heat rock, for real Why do you think other rappers lack the impact of your music? That's because they ain't got that heat rock like me You know
Intensity, I booby-trap all known vicinities Leave you stinking like face guts in a dumpster in Little Italy It's the classic underground styles of the urban
t reconstruct the relic Simplistical explanation for me to rock the mic Incredible, incombatible, speak in parables like neophytes Coincide tight with might of urban
acid in your project cabinet Dirty Harriet, increase the fanbases Leavin non writin cats stuck on the plantations Mini-skirts with tights, eatin lunch with whites Leave
that gets laced tight The one you wear, hit a flare on the same night That you hit an uprock, I'm the one in the closet next to one sock The one you rock
