Syndicate We gotta do it like the alphabet and a-b-c ya Yeah [ Everlast ] Everlast Everlast in full effect Where's my gold record? Where's my record? Where's my record
t "Ice" - kid... I'll screw the silencer on - rock you softly How you gonna step to me kid? You grew up off me TV, Movies, and Records and Tours So
of my attention You could call it deficit, really I just didn't listen And I was always missin' The teachers like, where is Bobby Simons? But tryna get a record
the USA, and about a month later in Europe and everywhere else. Produced by Steve Schram, and recorded at Sing Sing Studios in the bands home town of
live in fear Programming your brain like a PVR listen clear Some a dem a likkle queer, tell dem fi come outta here Bad man nuh revere, press record Mr
brave, brave soldier, keep it undercover You fell alone like no other lover Burn the pictures, break the records Run far away to a northern town Sell your fear
and mad at my shine Making silly tapes, I'm always on his mind Nonsense, not to be obnoxious kid Mega, for the record, you could suck my dick Bitch you
seen each "Amazing Race" and "Without A Trace" But I only watched "Will And Grace" one time one day Wish I hadn't 'cause TiVo now thinks I'm gay Oh, and "Fear
' out Hollywood, not Bone We keep it gutta thuggish, ruggish from the 99 My paper hustle been around the world a couple of times Check the record, you
[scarface] I woke up to a tune on the radio, check it An old church hymn behind a breakbeat record (yeahhh) Sounded kinda funky so I pumped it, right
niggas walk around thug Just remember, I'm the one made, you can get touched So what you fittin' to put a record out, you a motherfuckin' sellout Slay
even when my days were the bluest I never ran from adversity, instead I ran to it Fear ain't in the heart of me I learned just do it You get courage in your fears
cold shawty clean, blame this on my rappin dream, i call em record deals, shiny ass rolemodel, 20k fa remy bottles, thats that white clear shit, i don fear
"Feel The Pain" is recorded by The Damned. This is a punk cover only. I know you're cold but I've seen it before I'll take a chance on the wine Your
bro To make you 'Fear Me Like Cape' without Robert DeNiro You big pussy, so funky that you have to douche me You can't hear me, then my record label didn
It's my arms that, wrap you up nice It's my arms, my arms baby Small rooms with, record exec' types Whisper away my, future lately I introduce you to