glitches The swiftness, hit the spots that are vital Shake the ground decent, like 3 sticks of dyno [Lethaface] My administration deceive the population Start the next generation
vote what they perceive sacred Proposition hatred, phosphorous in riverbeds Billion dollars spilled to fill esophagus with cigarettes Philosophers plot to maul nations out of shock and awe Generation
and turn it up to ya Cause we tattoo everything, and pierce everything We drink every day, and smoke ever green Generation X We put the rap in the sub
even thinkin' 'bout lettin' me go Where my lawyer, nigga told me Juv' I can't do nothin' for ya Y'all go tell that to my mother and my father But they
best Is it the north, where people drink juice and Smirnoff? Girls go hard but they lips stay soft The west where cats throw jets to play Smokin' green all day
I professed my love Press the button, I hope it's still recording Every word I'm saying to you I'm telling you right now from this day on I've already
, competing with my love for the dough The hunger it burns, I wondered and yearned They tried skipping my turn This time, muthafuckas gon' learn About the rap general
out and the heed was paid The uniform and the Green Berets In the wrong time, all in the wrong place While the war drums beat all night and day away
me introduce you to My dream team Spearhead in the area Red black green, red gold green Dat's how we know, dat's how we dream team Red black green, red gold green
tuck the cannon. Listen close I got duct tape and rope, I'll leave you missin like the fuckin O` bannons. One hand on my money, on hand on my buddy,
take it serious Vivid flow luxurious I'm hearing this'll Make a real nigga curious Friday, my day chill pop Leave 'em on the highway Betty won't never fly my
beast Wildin' in my headphones, red in my stones Good ganja out, if I die fill up my headstones With water, dough, acid and gold classics All my niggaz
his other role Paul is a comedian with a unique point of view and commentary And in this capacity, ladies and gentlemen Please welcome with me to the stage, my good friend My
all day, night, yo, whatever Niggas on the strip in sub-zero weather Back before the first generation of fiends My team was sheer cream, keeping dollar bills green
you Lange as strong, they fly by me like Scott tissue My people, from nigger to negro to man or color, Killed my father and my brother so that you could rape my
to back They play it all day long Bring back the days of Conway Twitty When singers were good And songs were country He's got a '64 plush lime green
With thoughts of reaching the sky Rocked ball caps but knew My crown was a king size A product of my father's labor And my mother's reprise To keep my
a chair to the aristocracy of commonwealth prophecy The legacy of generation three isosceles Logical geometry, illogical melodies Integrated with memories that mix melodically Beyond the insight of what a modern-day