garden of eden, I'm wondering if I ran away and came back another day, and will the young men roll with the metal put the guns away, and when the devil
That's why I'm a grafter the tag team master Don't know now you will realize after I've made my mark with permanent marker I've made history like the
[Mos Def] History It's happening every day y'all (right now) Everyday (right now) Right now (good mornin', Vietnam!) Listen Brooklyn wins again It's the
fuck they want me to rap about? About how happy I am, to be livin in the slum where little shorties walk around totin big guns [Chorus] Hard Black droppin
we were buildin before (State your naaaame, gangsta!) [Cut Throat] Cut Throat, the livin threat street shit the blueprint The guideline rappers sideline until they buy mine Them little guns
being free? I see things vis-a-vis a sea change Full fathom, five people became Remain deep beneath chains We pay into easing these pains 'Cause the history
Listen, 'cause in 1990 Chubb Rock and the gang is on a banned mission Hostility will rule like a Jamaican [Incomprehensible] And ooh filled with dumplings, hopefully no dumpings Like guns
Strictly big shit, big play heavy wait While in car, hear a verse, put it in park Let the dutch spark, now we ride my weed dark Dig deeper, black guns
a hunt tonight When you see me comin', I don't front, I fight People say I'm contradictin' cause I'm all about peace To say the least, with a violent history
in it's mystery With Jesus on the cross in a total misery Now separate Jesus from the cross, so you can see The truth about the cross and the cross's history
couldn't cry, told my momma if I did die Just put a blunt in my casket let me get my dead homies high Come follow me throughout my history It's just
dirty boy, dirty b Wordy wordy free, dirty boy Yeah that's me My father specialist 5th class Thornburn John A A Vietnam war hero, green berret Thaught me how to shoot guns
As The Winner,Might Have To Take It Back To November,71 When I Was The Heavenly Son,Now We Run With Killas Who Carry The Guns,Marry The Bum Now I Gotta
facin' But give me 7 seas and 11 G's I make enough cheese to bring Wall Street to its knees Nigga please I got enough guns To fill the Empire State Building
I heard a motherfucker crying now Call the popo the man and mess Shot up his head and chest Put to rest now the rest should be history Before I saw
on ya ass nigga ease on And where ya from no ain't shit to me Bring that ass to the tailor talking shit sent ya ass history Evident you you weren't
Who'll teach them right from, show dem boys, true love So I pray for betta days, face da bombs and da run-a-ways And I put my guns away and I pray for