? Then 'cuz Mac rap, wouldn't fire a round Til you frown, I lay you down and retire you clown And I clap niggas, Mac niggas kiss the dirt Pat-pat with
indecisive I think about the paradox that life is Keep my head to the sky and understand who Christ is Turn off the news 'cause everyday is a crisis
the bone combing them deserts my figure eight knotted lifeline defined traffic the way my schoolin' end-less-ly defined every day one exquisite fitted crisis
me You don't innovate because you can't innovate It's not a choice despite what you might tell your boys Keep your identity crisis under the table I
cloud eight proud of the pogo stick I stayed then along came a spider sprung and alert (I stay deaf) He makes records with his tongue in the dirt Suckin the dirty earth crisis
off myself and then me wash me the tub Mi put on me trousers then me put on my shirt Pick up me boot and then mi clean off the the dirt Put on my
Outside of clubs is backed up in gridlock Three bouncers the size of sasquatch Plus whips that will make your eyes pop Hot burns that burn faster than matches Dirt
dirt! Out the dirt Get up outta the dirt! There's never been a better time than right now To get up outta the dirt Get up outta the dirt! Out the dirt
mind is my own Still you poke and you prod daily With that off setting harsh tone And you thought that you had me Underground with no doubt Now the dirt
'cause we do you can ask people But quietly but they don't believe until they leave violently Is you buying us 'cause niggas that purchase is under the dirt
you prepare your shoes to kick dirt in my face nearly no defense for your fascist grace you try to get me out but i won't leave this place nothing to
Ooh you feel that as I take you to them dirt roads Deep down in your southern roots When nobody said life was going to be easy And we travel through this
says you better watch your back It will all be well with a vitamin pack Therapy says that you're all wrong inside Dirt
mehr kennt Ich reim on bis jeder von euch am Mic verbrennt [CHORUS (2X)] [VERSE 3: Tre Little] Yo, I'ma hurt the game that's dirt, let me explain your
read) I'm at the old hotel where we used to inhale my dreams, fly things, this is how we got things I'm twisted like licorice I fiend for the cris(?)
life is That the universe works I guess to be blessed We have to be cursed first Well, obviously waiting On honesty hurts worse Than arguing over How much the dirt
Ball with me playboy What's stoppin' you? You got a case of Cris You need to pop a few Look here I'll pop a few If you pop a few Nigga I'll buy the
heading Colder as the snow on the mountains of Redding Everythang she wanna do, I'm not letting Work a race horse til her hair start shedding I'm not regretting, the dirt