knew i was through tiptoes on cobblestones in glass stilettos it breaks my knees when she hides her nosebleeds in my dreams as i sleep and i know i'll never be the man
: Baby you pretend that things ain't what they seem All this tension telling me just exactly what we should be Now I don't mind us being some kind of
was supposed to climb and made nooses Being stupid always giving in to the myth That life wasn't even worth living like this A grown man trapped inside a young man's skin
Well I'm back (*Batman Noise*) fix your bent antenna Tune it in and then I'm gonna enter Into the front of your skin like a splinter The center of attention
all set it off...like this [Black Child] I was the black baby that got opened off a black three-eighty This black lady, in a black Mercedes Pulled out on this black man
the tension, the tension and the spark, oh Because I like the way you move in the dark, oh You know I like the tension, the tension and, the tension
: (The Temptations) Return of the Killer B's A's People moving out People moving in Why? Because of the color of their skin Run, Run, Run but you sure
friend says, "You know who's really tough? "Rocky, " (hit me home) "the boxer." Man, I said, "Yeah I know him. What about him? " He said, "He's really tough." "No way, man
man's meat is another man's poison One's blind street leads another to reason Dark alleys of the death seamed with corpses Gore rotten beds of carred skin
friend says, "You know who's really tough? "Rocky," (hit me home) "the boxer." Man, I said, "Yeah I know him. What about him?" He said, "He's really tough." "No way, man
Boogie Down Productions will always get paid We'll take the wackest song and make it better Remember to let us into your skin 'Cause then you'll begin
paper stacks This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's With the tens and twelves bumpin' in the back This is for the players smokin' doolamac Slappin' skins
them paper stacks This is for the Bourbans and the 'Llac's With the tens and twelves bumpin' in the back This is for the players smokin' doolamac Slappin' skins
This is a man's world Man, this a man world, nigga, sit down, you girl niggaz This is a man's world This a man world, nigga, man, man, man This is a man
)Strike the match Flame on motherfuckers My gun I aim lower My words is a flame thrower Watch me end yall with somthing that'll make your skin crawl
S.O.S. we need help S.O.S. we need help S.O.S. we need help S.O.S. we need help Man's inhumanity towards another man It's man's insanity and ignorance
em in line like tic Tac Toe Wolfpack hollaback b to da o Red light green light g g go Don?t stop don?t pause don?t chill Get hyped man high off pill
, you can eat a dick Or vice versa, that's how you treat a trick Nigga like you who ain't learned That hittin' pale skins'll get you burned Man, y'all
