answer to no one, we 911 Silent alarm this is harm fear the duck of learning El-P phase through these walls like vision Choked in the shallow water, a bad
it now, but nothing can kill a show like too much exposition. Little Sally How about bad subject matter? Lockstock Well - Little Sally Or a bad title
Jah we si me na curse Me na follow bad company to end up in a hearse JOEY: (Thai part) CHORUS x2 A me Jah Jah we si me na curse Me na follow bad company
and then bring it back like treason I'm talking realness, everyone's speaking hip hop, but can't feel this I yield with my vibe 'cuz I'm insured like
life could be And I'm filling it with things Like furniture that I find on the street And all the special things I'd like to eat Pictures of people that I'd like
world, stretched out like a corpse for real Y'all niggaz thinkin what y'all readin in The Source is real What my life like, you lookin at the source,
without reading. The Devil is astonished. Henry explains he doesn't like to read on his own time. The Devil dislikes Henry at sight; he's a bad boy alright
make My bad chemistry chalkes lines like little deranged johnny the terrain bum Borderline f**k ya soundbombing I'm heated like broke days with nothing but noodle ramon and water Water
Everytime I prescribe a new pill, revolution Quickly defined the standard for indie rap distribution Arrogant unafraid shit developed riding a train thinking of brain fucks "Bad
her clothes [Shock G] Is your dad's Rolls blue? 'Cause I got bad news Humpty took a cruise, and barbeque pit went in the pool Turned the water grey,
You look at me like you?ve been saved From another one that got away. So I?m your latest cup of tea To keep your cold hands company, And I will warm you
when you loose your life I would like to get blown, so I read and pray Surviving day to day, running the streets of stray Living all my self no company
Dead to the world, stretched out like a corpse for real Y'all niggaz thinkin what y'all readin in The Source is real What my life like, you lookin at
my bride Their prayers filled my ears as they fell Then you drag me through the gutter 'til it hurts like hell But if you think I look bad Baby,better
stretched out like a corpse for real Y'all niggaz thinkin what y'all readin in The Source is real What my life like, you lookin at the source, it's real