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Identity I resumed PsyOps on the enemy USA made, field grade steel face Movin' at a Canibus pace in the proto subspace Nobody could hold me back, my flow
studio and get my flow on And sell weight on a later base My older brother kept guns on his waist in case he air the place And walk straight up on you
I had my eyes on his mink and, I didn't give em a chance to blink when, I dodged up on em, pressed the forty up on him shocked em Made his head stand
of like it When she tells me that I?m dumb And this may sound pathetic but I think that we can make it We?ll go on and on and on and on Love songs suck
of 'nam Duckin bombs on the rendezvous with Miss Saigon Calm assassin, showin my face so they can know When on Beatstreet, I paint a picture like Raymo On
plagues Cancer? That's just icing on the cake, I nurse and feed ya Cause you drained me of my sap with taps of perverse procedure I hold your family background
man bird gang I thought you heard mayne But hold on holmes, I be rollin stones Rocked up like a rollin stone Blocked up and I hold the chrome Pop up I
never ever take my place I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong Through the struggle I will live on (now sing the song wit me) You can speculate, on
Like Vaseline on the faces of Black Georgia, we shinin Deeper than petroleum jelly, we in the air like conversations on celly and just appear like stretch marks on
Where I depend on microscopic air bubbles to breathe Now this is a place that is cold and wet Yet my fire inside, is supplied by the tide I gaze at the
I didn't really care Act quite naturally She said Went on a boat going down by the river Plenty more supplies Seen a lot of planes going up in the air
kind of like it When she tells me that I?m dumb And this may sound pathetic but I think that we can make it We?ll go on and on and on and on Love songs
and get my flow on And sell weight on a later base My older brother kept guns on his waist in case he air the place And walk straight up on you fuckin
ever take my place I stay strong whether right or I'm wrong Through the struggle I will live on (now sing the song wit me) You can speculate, on every