with the doo-rag Slang, spit game, change speech, how they do that? Watch they mouths drop, watch the crowds pop up and act out Broads with the screw face, smash on and knock out
the lines, up from this pit at the end of your rainbow That's one too many flights of stairs One more stair and almost there One more dose close One [Incomprehensible] to the bottom
making other plans I'd be better off if I was on my own So don't you try to change my mind You're out of luck and out of time So find some fool who's
me and myself Don't mean to seem selfish but I can't help it What it all boils down to Through all the hate, she still loves you Wait a minute, the bottom line
to feel your touch I see them lined up like broken heroes Spitting out pieces of their broken luck I guess I've got good sense and hindsight Because
sees through you - It's me I see them lined up like broken heroes That gets to feel your touch Spitting out pieces of their broken luck Because to me
Pathfinders, addicts and mathematicians Practitioners of black magic We make music from used up junk and bad luck dreams Liars and losers Emus and aardvarks Gypsies and
a good run of bad luck Seven come eleven and she could be mine Luck be a lady, and I'm gonna find love comin' on the bottom line I've been to the table, and
don't need much Just a little luck 'cause my charm is broken Get out of my sight and I'll be alright Exit stage right and leave your lies unspoken All you bottom feeders and
lucky duck, then press your luck Up, up, up and away 'cuz I don't play clown If you're feeling lucky duck, then press your luck Buck, buck, buck take
Yeah yeah I've come a long way since it startedMaximilian, DJ Friction, The Don (stay strong) I took my time wrote it down line for line Take a look and
m just talking Monsignor, you can cut me off anytime PEACE! And we out. I always wanted to say that, peace! And we out I wanna give a shout out to baby
and Brooklyn and everything up in between No matter what, you always got a Judas on your team Givin' it to the world and I'm tellin' it like it is Tossin' lyrical daggers and
of me There's that possibility Just strip away your thought And only speak what's on your mind 'Cause whatever I tell you You know it's from the heart And that's the bottom line
do crime Niggaz hustle, and watch out for po'-nine It's showtime, raisin hell {*roar!*} one more time Thugs move, no rules bottom line You got into the
that body, keep it rockin' And tell someone how it feels, and let you know the deal One of the illest that never have step I demolish off opponents and knock out
dust Seven years later toy you still crusty crust Your old rhymes are rust, very dirty and dusty And under your arms you're kickin' power and musty Get out of my way, and
