Lessons to be learnt but who's going to teach Who's writing the rules, well I decree A day of tragedy when love is lost When a friend, when a friend is
Lessons to be learnt but who's going to teach Who's writing the rules, well I decree A day of tragedy when love is lost When a friend, when a friend
m at? What's my name? Somehow, somewhere, I got hit by a train And it ripped my legs off Huh, nothing but a minor coft You can't get me I swing from
a (THRASHER!) I'm a (THRASHER!) I'm a (THRASHER!) I'm a.. [Verse 2 - Pharrell] Every once in a while there's that same asshole Try to swing and hit,
your drum And now it's pandemonium! You're crashing everywhere, it's like you're smashing china Skidding on an icy road You're major trouble since you were almost a minor
arms Don that I am made 'em bow in the face of God Graveyard Shifting, different day, the same thing The name ring then the chain swing and dames cling
now, blinking with us or put your shield down Faggot, fuck fuck around punk, battle for cream nigga [RZA] You want to pound crab, nah let his hand swing
! Whoa-oh Whoa-oh She's no minor threat She's no minor threat She's been bruised and bled Whoa-oh Whoa-oh She's no minor threat She's no minor threat
sound of the crowd roar for more To see the niggas that can't pay rush the door Wildin on the dance floor when they song come on Swinging they fists
Here's the cure for hip-hop, the medicine, so come and get it It's the medicine, this is how we swing it Suckers want noise, I advise them to bring
the beat to continue And proceed to give you more of what you like This message has been brought to you by the makers of The Way We Swing, and the Underground
York, my third eye glides with the view like a hawk Defined, my mind is automatic, rhymes are tragic Fount in the attic, lost you in Asia, Minor, find
' Not too much, South Africa isn't free yet I spoke to the kids from Brooklyn to T-Neck New Jersey, and they heard me while I cursed the White minority
'm at? What's my name? Somehow, somewhere, I got hit by a train And it ripped my legs off, uh, nothing but a minor coft You can't get me I swing from
psycho; I guess I'm a psycho [Hopsin:] Mom, Dad? I'm no longer the boy you're used to seeing I've changed a lot, plus I've grown to hate every human being My mood swings
's in your eyes Mm, Shanghai surprise Whatever you're saying, I want it anyway in Been hanging 'round like a kid at your back door (Ooh, babe) You could be kinder, and show me Asia minor
