Uu, uuh uh uh. Uu, uuh uh uh. . Alright you know, I don't want to be the one. I guess its hard to say if you don't want to be in love. Stay tonight, it won't change how we feel.
Check, check, check, check, check, check. Yeah, they say that Rick, Rick is. . You're all garbage that type talk, I'm on. Dumb one becomin' glad, the great one walks among.
Verse 1:. Yo Yo Aye Yo!. I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace selling reefer. Puffing a challis with the beef eaters.. Gettin' so high that whenever I drop shit.
Yeah, yeah. Me and my man Com Sense. Rallying troops like Joseph Stalin. Where you at, yo?. . I'm about to make the name Com Sense a name you fear. Y'all niggas is scared, I'm your worst nightmare squared.
Canibus]. Yo, sittin on chrome, sittin on low pro 20 inch firestones. Grippin the road with the wickedest flow, 'Bis is a pro. I zigzag throughout sly loam.
Yeah, yeah. Me and my man Com Sense. Rallying troops like Joseph Stalin. Where you at, yo?. . I'm about to make the name Com Sense a name you fear. Y'all niggas is scared, I'm your worst nightmare squared.
Yo. As the universe expands. I contemplate whether it was God or the Big Bang that made man. Sometimes I wonder how come. We can't live without guns. What would of been the outcome if the South won.
[1st man]. Yo, wassup, wassup son?. [2nd man]. Ya'll ready? Ya'll ready?. [1st man]. Yeah, yeah, yeah we ready. Wassup, son? Wassup, wassup? What's the deal?.
"Yo this shit right here is some shit some serious shit". . Yo the fact that I'm down wit Def Squad's hard to determine. Till you see me hoppin out the Coupe wit E Sermon.
Verse 1. . When I rap competition perform disappearing acts. I jam suckers like smuckers. My squad is funky like a six pack of motherfuckers. With conversation my creations will collider nations into confrontation.
"Yo this shit right here is some shit some serious shit". . Yo the fact that I'm down wit Def Squad's hard to determine. Till you see me hoppin out the Coupe wit E Sermon.
How come we suffer cause your paranoid?. How come we fill that gap in your void?. How come come there's so many starving in the world?. How come a swollen belly ain't fun for boys and girls?.
[Hard Black]. Peep the math. Mau Mau be about land and freedom. Reperation and apologies, for Africa to America oddesseys. Guerilla-type tactics on them socialistic fallacies.
Aiyyo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Blaze the hot trizack that sound like heaven. Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. My mon methtical come and get some.