and diss me Talking mad shit, but they miss me, remenice me Because they used to talk head about my rhymes And when they heard me on the radio they request
Mr. Shadow] If your ass wants to live another day Get the fuck out of my way when I lyricly slay Bring it on all my foes Mr. Shadow be the one that be
: [Mr. Shadow] Quivole Mr. Shadow, Lil' Rob Viscious Man Funk on the boards Coming at you for the 98 And it won't stop Check It [Mr. Shadow] It is
I?m in Iraq, And in fact I attack and tackle, and sack and crack and crack ?em, And snap back and battle my own shadow cus ya?ll wack and all that, Bullshit
my back with a gun like I'm in Iraq And in fact I attack and tackle, and sack and crack and crackle And snap back and battle my own shadow cus ya'll
gonna bust [Mr. Capone-E] Locked up like a G, fuck my enemies Straight parole from the streets Fuck you, and fuck peace I got my soldiers at ease, from
: [feat. Mr Shadow] Ms. Krazie Ms. Krazie Representado por los Reyes Urbanos Urban Kings baby With Mr. Shadow a.k.a el homie sombra Mr. Shadow that
has returned into sand Vanished from my hand left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping My weariness amazes me I'm branded on my feet I have no one to meet and
the same, about you And you can tell me your reasons But it won't change my feelings I'll feel the same, about you... Verse 2: Method Man See my pinky, see my
: Hey Mr. God can you tell me what's Wrong with my life and all of its confusions Why did she leave me with nothing to show Except for a shallow disillusion
you hear me now? I know you can hear me! Can you hear me now? Don't play me like that. Can you hear me now? What would I do without my cell phone? Alright
yuh innah yuh damn face? Roach tell yuh me bow, wrong man wrong place Dahlia wipe har pussy pon yuh long face Copper scatta head twenty-one place Me and
into sand Vanished from my hand Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping My weariness amazes me, I am branded on my feet I have no one to meet And
on the Lo where Mr. 'Cause we comin' with hammers and drivers With the buddahs and rugars and shot cruisers and rovers Diamond crooks takin' it over With razors and
my own and reflect my thoughts Cold and uninviting, partially naked, except for toffee wrappers And this morning's papers, Mr. Jones got run down Headlines of death and
straight off my back with a gun like I'm in Iraq And in fact I attack and tackle, and sack and crack and crackle And snap back and battle my own shadow
shadows Another pencil in the drawer Tripping over echoes in my head Wishing I was someone else instead Makes me wonder if time is my hero And everything
returned into sand Vanished from my hand left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping My weariness amazes me I'm branded on my feet I have no one to meet and