try to take em away from me ill leave yo body so swole, what im holding is big enough to blow a hole in yo soul, so take yo gin and hypnotic and have a seat by
in tug-of-war, writin rhymes by the score Before I lived the hustle, swore this poor man would give the law As a testament it goes, it was destined in my soul
on this corner I still wanna see California But this is my world [Chorus Repeated Overlapping:] "It's your world" [Common] Yeah [Verse 2] Life and death law around us Four pounds and pounds
marks wanna test me because I test the mics I check 'em like sound, and like loose I'm down Plus I done got better since Soul By the Pound, I maintain
your body to me I said you're wack, you're wack, showin your body to me You got no Soul man, and you need to get a Pound Cause you, ain't, ah-really
Dessa, whatever the fuck she calls herself Paper Tiger, Swedish name for a Japanese punk band Joe Mavin, you look like Alanis Morissette [Verse 1: Slug] Sometimes I feel like a bastard surrounded by
101 The hardest nine to five you'll ever have You can't learn this shit in no history book You ready to rap motherfucker? You ready to sell your soul?
would there be My 3 Mase Pos and Me And that's the Magic Number Focus is formed by flaunts to the soul Souls who flaunt styles gain praises by pounds Common
, marks wanna test me because I test the mics I check 'em like sound, and like loose I'm down Plus I done got better since Soul By the Pound, I maintain