2na get gettin' the got God ah, yes, man, its auspicious man Oh God, night that?
Yeah, my escapades Caddy Escalades I best to the rhythm of justice slaves Selected brave, ah, lecture me waves your sounds causing you clowns just to cave
Address the rage, rush the stage to blaze Glorify your glamor and just to faze Cuttin' down the forest for cows just to graze It's killin' the populous while you test tube babes
Test the change, 'cuz of the they try to feed us Under the bridge drummin' for flea an Anthony I ran elitist who got the truth confused It's the and the one Roots Manuva
Yo, Mystic Mindset at warp 8 Flashback to my very taste of hash cake Oh, Lord, I feel so And every now and then I get a great of wha
Synchronization of the hip, of the old time New Right, Back to Back, man or no man no oh man Boy or boy, or girl Steppin' out of place the light of the world I'm locked up
Weed grass rushing through my over the rocky terrain and maintain Like a weed checkin' that hydroponic bud Earth child, come see me in the mud
He there go ever so while I unrobe No played out to wives wanna get knicks up in their mix up Wanna just fix up mind soul and mental
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Yo, some of these fellas be zealous We have them jealous in dark cellas Blowin' Branford Marsalis We park dwellers rhythm
We spark letters, we art Pleadin' the waters, the sharks us Be with your camcorder in no particular plan order We go hit like vehicular man slaughter
In ding bring a fling of it on Refuse to get lost in the for one
we trans-atlantic we never pedantic Check my antic, we romantic We plan new for self Quantumly We killin' the saw, man, we the sea
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the dots, block blood in the block Knock the not, the which, the where, the what 2na get gettin' the got chicken in the dust pot runnin' it hot
No Sir Mr. 2na, I can't burn the I the last time and have a good time
Yo Yo, You ran while my clan grow chance'll Let the man know my pen brush stroke like Van I disappear his missing ear when I'm switchin' gears Shinin' like your kitchen ware, rhymes and rare
Get your picture clear, 2na the reporter I melt your order like sugar and seltzer
Whoever felt the but knows that their chance vague Surround your sound like a pants leg Spread like an advanced plague never dance may Shout the F and F that my man Craig
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