who really lockin this shit down When we rock it, don't we all stand out? Y'all hazardarious, clear out Get ya ass out 'fore I tear it out And show you
Word Word Word The party people love it when we take the stand With possessions of the mics in our hands 'Cause when we rock a party we'll rock it forever
faces of the starving millions (Because he's one of us) The power of the damned (Break down) The fuel that drives the Klan (Cave in) He's the motive
have to die? Before the governors can't deny the news from the front? Break down the barriers, ally the carriers What is your motivation? Take a good
me in a gun off Shit won't change, so move with it (move with it) This is my life, I'm only livin it, so don't go and ruin it Words from a legend, keep
energy who needs it every rumour you hear you go believe it point out the times you've seen it you stabbed me should linked it revenge is mine, i need it
just get down to The Super Bowl Shuffle. Steve Fuller They say Jimbo is our man. If Jimmy can't do it, I sure can. This is Steve, and it's no wonder
ten I want you to jump up, stay there (Yo, ho) But don't come down till I flash the light (You deserve a break today, have it your way) Funk is not domestically
can't pick and choose While BET gets screwed by Viacom The new revolutionary is shyaman It's not brush fire rap, it's five alarm Motivational music after
ll rip something Look homey, it's the bloody sweepstakes Glove club you down in the club, how you like that, sweet cakes? [Trife Da God] Yo, it was a
killed the pop star And almost got caught by a passing cop car The inmate said probably the motive was robbery And knowing if he keeping it a secret, it
the same Both blind and repressed, both practicin hate Both followin the lead of people never concerned with justice when the motive is the profit return we justice when motivate
, tables turn Billy holiday burned down to play when my nerves drowned my folks away Swerving in the locomotive, far from my hopes and motives Back to
it was rose I was taking sips of it through my nose And I wish it could get back there, some place back there Smiling in the pictures you would take Doing crystal meth will lift you up until you break
lapse It's the angel of death Heard you were prayin for my downfall Cigar on your desk But this is war It doesn't matter whose right It's whose left
love in Chicago It's fair but it's square, for the love of the game or they hate it Many done died, plenty done tried from imitatin' it Fuck what they
pot D*** fiends cuttin' yards for a twenty piece of c*** rock Around my way, ain't nobody watchin' Matlock We tryna' hot wire cars and break pad locks Turn soft to hard, drop it
the blue I break in two. It's on you It's about the time So come on get on up Take it to the top Don't stop It`s about the time It`s on you.