my world Your girlfriend call herself a dark skinned, white girl Got a nice beat, man, come on He hear me in the sample before he even through the drum on Run on
it on the perks I carry Been in disguise when I failed or I lost But they won't know I'm a god until I'm nailed on the cross And these rappers is a mess
upon Even if you had six mouths wouldn't help you on that mic you're on While you were getting off I still had my rock on Things went from bad to worse
up in ya church to smack crosses You lack rawness, you lack passion You couldn't make it through war without rations You just a homosexual; I stick the gay rights movement
the peas I got mo` cheese than Kraft, but teachers laughed at me They asked me what would I be with out my damn degree I told them they would see me on
(verse) Let me rub my back against the notches on your bedpost scratch these afterthoughts off my flesh and shed ghosts My head's close to your closet
And make your wishes on the stars born Within the movement Fact checkin' tryin' to completely avoid all channels of backstepping From the lines of paint on the concrete They reside on
"The Bass and the Movement" [Sample] I have a friend here who needs to put the brakes on. He's getting old. And if he could put the brakes on time
like the way she moves in designer shoes All eyes on her when she walks in the room It's a kodak moment, it's slow motion Come right here, gotta perfect
I am George W. Bush and you best not cross my path Because now I have the backing and you're going to feel my wrath The Christian right adore me because
scene with blood They come firing We crooks get thrown big books And hooked with a life sentence Hunted mental stress on these la streets Permanent like inks on
every day I know he watching me as I'm on my way as I struggle and strive for a better day for my brothers:(Rap) I'm sitting here stuck trying to turn
man overboard Pull the bulls onto my sword And buckle down in a corner chair OF THE round table floor Got an angel on my left shoulder, a devil on the
Hunter, cleric, swordsman, king More like I'm walking with a broken mood ring Mood swingin' from the mezzanine level Here to bevel the edge My team's settled on
to the resurrection Got devil gone down on me It's a non-stop, no meal, no connection Devil, devil all over me Here baby, here baby, plant one on your
yall to picture this The way I keep reein? up, servin? and flippin? this Dot the I?s cross the T?s meticulous The coldest winter ever and I?m so icicle-ish The movement
with you Let's hang on to what we got Don't let go girl, we got a lot Got a lot of love between us Hang on, hang on, hang on Come with me Somewhere
in while others have to leave to survive. Corporations cross international borders all the time in search of people to exploit for profit and no one stops them. They call it globalization. On