[El Da Sensai]. I calculate that eighty-five was the year. I first grabbed the pen, daydreamin of the cheers. Ahead from rockin shows, no Girbauds that sag.
[Tame One]. Artifacts, check around my fuckin BLOCK, I X-Men like Cyclops. When I lift my shades up, my eyes blaze Ghetto Red Hot. But as is, my ad-libs, are more wicked than bad kids.
Hey man, try some of this. It's absolutely dynamic. Oh yea, shit. . A lot of cats put down grass man. Like uh, uhh, because they say things about it. Like it makes you, lose your memory and all that.