They don?t need you and you sure as hell don?t need them! And when you reach the end Everyone there is someone you can depend on And there is a place
Explosions, 1,000 or more, announcing tidal waves and Hurricanes... And down on Earth we lost 3 continents. Their fiery soul snuffed out by Nature?s ice and rains... And
secure like an army base You're sneaking and peeking and trying to give chase But you ain't never gonna catch me; I'm in your crawl space Schematics, blueprints and
army fatigues, And stompin 'um with my black tin boots, say what Now while you remixing punch lines, I create How you wanna battle me, hah When you just
space Bottom end's heavy you know we're never even People call me Tricky for particular reason I've got you see and I've got to let you know See we're
nauseous Gettin' more remorses for what I done If the lawyers and courts wonder what I run You see the liberty is free but just for some How you a gangster and you
: Loin: beware my friends for you face the demonknight's prophecy. you see now the fearsome Har-Kuun is not a myth 3000 years ago in the age of the re
of razor wire And cut through the steel with the edge of a file While singing rhaphsodies in stride Hellbent and dignified Now my time has come Who you fooling and
do what a dego does You about to find out what the human tornado does You a bitch, you ain't even half what you say you was My shit is hard body lord,
space Bottom ends heavy you know we're never even People call me Tricky for particular reason I've got you see and i've got to let you know See we're
I sit back and just reflect Watch the world go by and my thought connect I think about the time past and the time to come Reminesce on Bed-Stuy when I was pride and
cash for it and we gonna be around til ya body rott and if the feds bring us in we get the same time gotti got what!what! what! what! [Noreaga]
the cash for it And we gonna be around til ya body rot And if the feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got What! What! What! What! [Noreaga]
nigga (And set it on fire) And what the fuck ya niggas wanna do (And set it on fire) Go get the gas and the matches (And set it on fire) Ya, niggas
through sooth The sole living air of air and I, and, and all else follows Reverberating the space inside of drum hollows Package and bottles and chips And
man, if you're dead you sell more That drummer from Def Leppard His arm has made 30 times more than he has You know that our Elvis? Well, he's dead famous now And
battle snacks you wish you wore a cup in your panties So all you pussies in this rap game, time to up the ante What's your fancy? Big time skills or