'mon C'mon, uh Give it to me, give it here Give it to me, yeah This is the proper way man should use ink But you're at your brink and your rhymes are
came to party Start dancin' on the one, get up If your dance is nothin' You don't need to be here It ain't about the posin' But the sexy atmosphere,
here, just plugging into my machine for the day, then watching Templevision or reading a Temple Paper in the evening. "My friend Jon always said it was nicer here
and stompin' your feet And movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat And the damn ya start doin' the freak I said damn, right outta your seat Then ya throw your
up to your job and handcuff your boss Throw that nigga in the closet and turn the lights off Then sit you up on the copy machine Make copies of your
breitenbach] this is your life-long atmosphere your mother keeps you trapped in here a cruel world you can't escape your name is carrie, you're in bad
them type of niggas That get cracked 'gainst the dome Take it home, give a fuck, we don't need you up in here Bitch made niggas get no love, this a thug atmosphere
happy standing on my feet of clay I have no wish to swim your milky, milky way I say, why on earth do you send your letters 'round here Only to gum up the atmosphere
, hate your neighbor Faith in favor, obey Obey, obey Here I do as I please, obey Here in the suicide trees, obey Here I do as I please, obey Here in
overload It's been a long time, since I traveled here. Riddim Killah cause nobody can compare. Dem try fi give me chase over the atmosphere. Then crashing
clear Man I need to change my atmosphere I guess it's time for me to face my fears Lord, tell me where do I go from here Tears flowing down my face
more Woke up in Texas next to a liquor store With a woman who don't even drink alcohol Big letters IRONY tagged on the wall She was named for another
can walk up and down the page in my book Can you spell secret? Come get your feet wet Let me make up pet names for all your little regrets (Here let
take 'em out before they make ya saviors proud So fix your beef, quit actin' like a sheep Either spit your speak or sit there and git your teeth To spread
to react You battle with your shadow from front to back Stack up the stats. Handle the math, and that'll be that Hold your head up. I know your fed up
rules [Beyond] Put down your weapon son (Slug talking) Put down your weapon son Put down your weapon son Would you put down your weapon? [Slug/(Beyond
loud to drown everything out But the same old song: (Chorus) Whoa, Whoa not another day. Not another day of the same old song. Whoa, Whoa not another day. Seems like nobody even knew his name
bust into your system, search through the evidence Opening hoping to find why you love your residence Puts your fists up or put your chips up Advocate, act adult or get your