] Shut the f-ck up Who the f-ck want war FedEx beef straight to your front door It'll be a murder scene I'm turning Pink Friday to Friday the 13th Aight
Degree - Six Degrees of Inner Turbulence [42:04] music by Myung, Petrucci, Portnoy, Rudess I. OVERTURE [06:49] (instrumental) II. ABOUT TO CRASH
you rise and stand you find a lock-step march - no room for jazz. Born bad- with a slight-o-hand I go from jam to jam with a crash,
it's just a bad habit She put it in my face she must've wanted me to grab it I pleaded my case but she wrote the pink slip Then I just shoke my head
crash and burn I'll never crash and burn No complications No starring roles We'd all have plenty We'll never crash and burn We'll never crash and burn
SHUT THE FUCK UP! [Lil' Kim:] Who the fuck want war? Fed-Ex beef straight to your front door. It'll be a murder scene, I'm turning Pink Friday to Friday
a wallet, And I hit the pavement, I?m running down the street with my face half shaven, I?m getting stronger and stronger my legs are burning,
[I. Overture] [Instrumental] [II. About to crash] She can't stop pacing She never felt so alive Her thoughts are racing Set on overdrive It takes
the robe, shaking like snow-globes Other sort safety in numbers, other's flows got towed under (yeah) Still another took a turn and crashed and burned
Give me a kiss I'll slash my wrist We'll watch the blood run pink All those butterfly notions Crash down from the sky We'll watch her drown Burn your
as my vanilla blunt burns I'm seein' trees with faces, bushes that walk And as far as I Can see nobody drawn in chalk The sky's bright green sometimes it's kinda pink
Push your seat back, just flow... That's how we doin it Bound by honest sword take over the set; rap from here to Que-bec Throw up the tech, crash your
never crash and burn I'll never crash and burn No complications No starring roles We'd all have plenty We'll never crash and burn We'll never crash and burn