my, quest Unsurreal world of unfailed, H.I.V. tests Der ubermensch warning of pi techno junkies The three point one four one five nine two six five three
I fear no man, nigga, no machine, nigga, no laws, nigga, no system I do what I gotta do, when I gotta do it, make sure you ain't one of my victims
now I can really chill Check my mail box, spoke too soon, there?s my phone bill Trying to look out for number one and that?s my Mother And if it ain?t one
be questioned the cards have all been laid useless uprising surrender to the laws of man's nature turn back in time isn't the night the one that makes
They got a ranch they call Number Fifty-One They got a ranch they call Number Fifty-One You can't see it at all 'Less your flying by Just sitting there
instead, yeah, and make the Iranians next We'll feel good about ourselves though Bin Laden is on the run While Saddam Hussein appears as public enemy number one
and fear all the laws That's what gives the people their meaning, they said And here in a lifeless wonder Creating endless legacies Everyone pull out their numbers
can?t hardly blame ?em it must be a bitchCounting the crosses off down in the ditch This one?s got flowers, this one?s got a wreath This one?s got a name
Ya my number two on some old school DJ Screw You can't arrest me, plus you can't sue This is a message to the laws, tell 'em, "We hate you" I could
know you I really wanna fuck you, baby One dose of your lovin' I really wanna to drive you, crazy I wanna be your lover I wanna get to know you, baby One
the laws run up Now we concentrate on tryna be grown men Watchin' the earth turn feelin the world spin It's a mad psalm, tryin' to do it on your own One
Hustle ridiculous, I'm tryin' to get this dope continuos Ball 'til I fall, one thing, I ain't tryin' to fall Want everybody numb like ambasol but he
you I really wanna fuck you, baby One dose of my lovin' I'm simply going to drive you crazy I wanna be your lover I wanna get to know you, baby One dose
Yo wait a goddamned pagan minute, then pause on that My styles the man like the Ku Klux Klan be from deep down south Don't let one of these little emcees
We're so fortunate that no one was killed But ya know Daddy's gonna sport the bill, back in the road How do I get off this crazy ride Checkpoint number
homie someting serious You delirious, or might I say you look so delicious With your pretty brown skin, like I'm enjoying your kisses And you ah certified love doctor Number one
to the ceiling, catch a nut something serious You delirious, or might I say you taste so delicious With your pretty brown skin, like Almond Joys and Kisses And you ah certified head doctor Number one