, and pull Water, and raise up, straw, faster With the sting of the whip on my shoulder With the salt of my sweat on my brow Elohim, God on high Can
my son I agree I see you using an old style I wondered where you had learned it from Even I wondered too You know very well, it's yours too Yo God, it
compete But you just can't get with The mental master Hard-ryhme supremist My words have ya Mixed like a chemist My rhymes flow like H-2-o Cleaned with
of my hex Force you to have sex with techs Chopped at funeral next Buy my poison I got triple six in my beeper I talk to my self cause giving my own
Straw...Faster! [Slaves] With the sting of the whip on my shoulder With the salt of my sweat on my brow Elohim, God on high Can you hear your people
's door. Let me in! O let me in! La La La Woo-oo-oo! Who's that knocking on my door? He floats like a butterfly, Stings like a bee; Floats like
ba, ba ba ba You pussy niggas feelin to make me kill one a ya'll [Chorus:] Aint a damn thing changed, I still keep that thang Right up under my shirt
My 16's be like a quest, better sit back and prepare for my address Collaborated, by the Southside V-E-T Singing off always, R-I-D-G E-M-O-N-T, and a
Doing my thing, pocket full of green hand on my d-ck in my thousand dollar jeans your girl a Queen, my girl a thing you know what though? I?mma take,
, rings on every finger Ladies in the hallway sayin' "Sing for me singer", it's [Chorus] [U-God] It's 2002 and my, gun is a laser My, mind is my castle and my
my chest like Kong King Merciless Meng, point the killa bee sting ring DINGS, right through your head BING Snap the wing off of bats, my battleaxe tongue
me... I said I'm glossin', and who you thought of flossin' baby Baby, I'm not Pac though...And I'm not God, no... But I float like a butterfly, sting
my glow, afar, My wisdom fathomed by the morningstar And O you fools, in herdlike fight, stampede And when creation falls, you must build anew, With nails that sting My
Pied Piper, enlightener, holy cipher Watch the God strike like a viper Potential energy pumps the mainstream Warn a nigga, crazy enough to return the dust My
this beat out the bag Grew the flower, killed the weed Blew the powder, grew my power with the will of my speech My oxygen and weed smoke, toxins are filling my
fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Fuck up my high [Alot of
my Brownsville niggaz! {The alcoholics son} What's goin on, son? Peace to all my Putnam Avenue motherfuckers! Bedford-stuy! (Yeah, peace to the valley goat..) Peace to my