the wings of the morning and fly There is no escape from King Selassie I) Now, owwww, everybody Get in where you fit in For nine-five, the nine-nickel
Baba With just a dabber, my rhymes are guaranteed to grab ya I got funk with the bass and soul 'Cause I've been rockin' on the mic since nine years
to fill the void And recollect the word of a vet once put me down With be about your paper mack and watch The folks you clown with, life's a hustle,
that green and yellow cd That bitch gutta! The world-wide struggle Or the one about my mother (Child so bad) I'm bangin' on the corner down in Cali With
glad time and the woe with us, Pack you?re trunk and join the show with us. Roll from Maine to Kokomo with us, Mister Barnum say you?ll go with us. When
time and the woe with us, Pack youi??re trunk and join the show with us. Roll from Maine to Kokomo with us, Mister Barnum say youi??ll go with us. When
ever lastin' ship of eternal life A place where there's no violence, no pain, no crime, no ghettos Nothin' but sunshine at the end of the road so come with
morning and fly There is no escape from King Selassie I!!) [Outro: Method Man] Now, owwww, everybody Get in where you fit in For nine-five, the nine
With pistols, bare hands, and knives And nobody's surprised if somebody Don't survive the dust To see the only stretch rest see how we was left to be Down
heard that green and yellow cd That bitch gutta! The world-wide struggle Or the one about my mother (Child so bad) I'm bangin' on the corner down in Cali With
your tiiiimmme) {Chorus Two:} You niggaz talk shit then abandon ship Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship
he slipped on a banana peel and the ship lost control It spun out of orbit and shot out the black hole It's been four decades now, that's nine monkey
bear, barter parts and gadget, with battery op enthusiast pardon the barking badgers, while you were parking daggers in kittens with snarling children, i was sharking classes with
down Saturating the town, white tan or brown Bricks of pounds, you bumping get hit with rounds Kicked around, fuck around and get beat down Cause it's
out spot with small bills Innovative rapper, rhyme in new ways When I spit niggaz cough up blood for two days Never catch me with material girls, they fugaz' Rather bounce with
rome, all nite long and ah Thuggin there for days wit my g's and we pray, help us Lord [Verse 2: (Society)] Never confuse luv with lust Retailate bust