after time Metal kisses stone Tired lungs breathe in The dust of her birth, and his eyes shed a tear "Arianna, I grow weary; My vision grows dimmer, My hammer
These hammers and strings been following me around From a box filled garage to the dark punk rock clubs Of 1000 American towns And my friend calls me
Don?t You Forget, just who I am. Don?t you forget, what?s in our way. Glass walls; that separate me from these paper floors; that I?ve been falling through
These hammers and strings Been following me around From a box filled garage To the dark punk rock clubs Of 1000 American crowds And my friend calls me
, ay Then its right back to my muggin' face Niggas said put the weed out BBM, you buggin face We walked in, want somethin', bottles pop like we won some'n Raise a glass
in the war of my life, a the door of my life Out of time and there's nowhere to run I've got a hammer and a heart of glass I gotta know right now which
God for that white They used to call me the Pyrex kid aka Young Arm & Hammer In the kitchen with the pots, yeah, I work the glass Hard on 'em, pimp,
MC Hammer Started selling dope I'm too legit to quit When it's Hammer time, I'm pulling out the stick Hammers movin' on my chest when I hammer dance
the pastor bleeding You ain't gotta ask the reason, I know it's jack or scheming You can see the tiger stripe J from a mile away Yellow white and glasses
sleeping bag I camped out overnight Right in front of the store, then as soon as it was light out I pressed my nose right up against the glass You know
punk-ass awards) I'm a celebrity (Take your fake smile off) Ghetto celebrity Ain't nothing changed nigger The media will test ya, popularity is pressure Porsche Panamera, platinum hammer
awards) I'm a celebrity (Take your fake smile off) Ghetto celebrity aint nothing changed nigger [Lloyd Banks] The media will test ya, popularity is pressure Porche Panamera platinum hammer
Ducking his ass Beat upside down, straight bucking his ass Louie bat to his head, roll a truck in his ass Old man style, bust a bottle, cut 'em wit glass
stronger Chea, chea, chea, chea Sheek Louch cummin' through wavin' the 4, 4 Night boots, black hudie, tell me who want war Coke on the glass table, some
grass growin' wild in fact Cracked walls burnt black like a kingdom sacked Memories like artifacts attacked yet still intact Melodies wrapped in glass
I'm travelin' Scrap backwoods unravelin' Scrap smoke good when we travelin' Forget the Mac's cause the K's fit good in the caravan I clap up your hood like the hammer
damn face Dolce and Gabanna, I aint into bandana's might fly to Barbados, try and find some Rihanna's I'm running this jungle, can't touch me I'm hammer
with this hammer in hand One more drink oughta ease the pain Starin' at that last link in the chain Well let's raise our glass and let the hammer
