("Yeah yeah, now check the method" – Extra P from ATCQ’s _Keep It Rollin_) * cut and scratched 4X by Mista Sinister Verse One: No I.D. No time to get all excited, just write itfrom the inside let the pen slide, and spreadthe ink on the papyrus, come understand this (what?)Paint the canvas, givin you
I got so much trouble on my mindSo I take timeOut my dayTo pray and I sayNow I lay me down to sleepHopin’ that I keepMy soulPeep, I’m gettin’ old And it’s a cold cold worldAnd I ain’t even got a bomberLivin’ with my mommaIt’s the same routineKeep my room cleanI’m lookin’ to do some
*Common’s answering machine beeps* Say brotha If you ever let me leave out a club with a big fat ass, stove-like bitch like that without point out the facts, I’ma kick your motherfuckin ass. Man that nerve of the hoe not to give me no pussy. Come up in my house tryin to watch movies
Marks I erase like racism, I’m as large as a bigotBrew is my escapism, when I’m bubbly I just kick itWhat I need from you is understanding that I’m standingOn my own two, down with my own crewToe cancer, I’m bad to the bone too, I’m prone to snap offWhen I’m off that Cognac I
Verse One: I met this girl, when I was ten years oldAnd what I loved most she had so much soulShe was old school, when I was just a shortyNever knew throughout my life she would be there for meont he regular, not a church girl she was secularNot about the money, no studs was
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