I'm just a clown in the eyes of the world Guess I'm a clown in the eyes of the world I'm a clown, I'm a clown in the eyes of the world I'm a clown,
want to welcome everybody to the muthafuckin rap room This aint a mixtape This is life! Its been a long time get me accuainted with the world famous
to return, I remain Jayceon A king in the making, and the throne is for the taking So I climb the mountain top and put my stake in Got the weight of the world
: Forget about the cash, In God we trust. [Verse 1: Trip Lee] Most are concerned with the cheddar flow, but dawg I gotta let them know A lot of reasons
Test "Violator" man to merge five labels together Flow sick, so quick and it gives me the pleasure Got a lotta shit, flow switched like a change of the
world through your eyes, And fight for the hungry who pay for our lives, I want to have you in all of my world. So Jesus consume me, flow through me,
playing all four quarters til the clock expire So til I see the ref waving I will not retire My flow is still official and I still got the fire Can't take your eyes
HE WILL START...THEN PEACE HE WILL MAKE... UNTIL HE WILL FIND A NEW KING... ALL THIS I DO..... WITHOUT EVEN MOVING.... I LET THE HISTORY FLOW.... TOWARDS
we call hate And that?s inside of me Get out of here! A world is down And none can rebuild it Disabled lands are evolving My eyes are shut, a vision
stick up the world and split it fifty/fifty, uh-huh Let's take the dough and stay real jiggy, uh-huh And sip the Cris' and get pissy-pissy Flow infinitely
Rattle my cage Stir up my rage Try and trip, with a diss Your ignorance is my sweet bliss Seal it with the lovely kiss Serve me like a fucking dish With our eyes
Chorus:] That's why the thugs never cry (thugs never cry) From the thunder and rain, just look into my eyes That's why the thugs never cry (thugs never cry) The world
: I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros I'm scheming rhyme against reason like it was flow against know But beyond the concepts and emotions that
: Verse 1 ~~~~~~~ Nineteen-seventy somethin', nigga I don't sweat the date My moms is late so I had to plan my escape out the skins, in this world of
The unauthorized copy. Dedication to my children, my child Destiny Jones. To my niece and nephews, Suree, Malik, Jabari The world is
it's a high number Name a nigga under the same sky that I'm under Who gets money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder Eyes flutter as love when Nas pops up Stars