see why Stevie had to Wonder Is he fiction or is he a myth? Naw, it's just a dope rapper, you know Tone Smith 'Cause every time you hear my song your
ban it But you ban computer games, somethin' 'round here really stinks What about cigarettes and alcoholic drinks? Or the animal that died just so your wife could wear that mink Your
plane a brand new kind A million people cross the sands Following the hunger guide. I hear the siren in sector one A new rebellion get your guns Hold your
and treason? It's the season for instability Good lovin', two and one more in the oven This is way above a discovery Supersede your jurisdiction, let's pretend that this is fiction
Russian princess rescued by a gypsy dancer to anyone who'll listen is that a story you tell? You live a life of fantasy, your diary romantic fiction.
make your living boy. I'll go on fighting. 'Cause I know, I can write my way out of this black hole. Back to all the things that I miss. You stay digging at your
alright And you can say you dont mind Its killing me to be away from Your side Im done with hellos and goodbyes Im falling apart inside I try to make you speak But your
and you small change Hitting niggas long range, wrong gauge Leaving niggas John Blaze, crime pays if you nice with yours The Bronx is where you fight for yours Ice your
you that we're your enemy? On the floor lies a broken door, cause I'm not to be spoken for Stereotypes and superstitions and fictional folklore Rarely do you see the lighter side
chemistry happens, Yeah that special connection. These are the days of our lives. These are the times you'll never forget. Never regret as long as we ride here side by side
With all your vice and volume the whole of last week The plastic pretenders to paradise speak Of your fictions of triumph and legends of pain The sense
the war I was holding a small white handkerchief Singing, "Please, don't fight, no more" And I thought that there'd be an army each side But there were
you in a category of art asshole or Idiot but I don't try to fit in My life's like a novel of science-fiction My mission is to get into your mind, and
my heart Be for real, who you fiction or real I made up this lie, I made up this life When I'm alone it's like you're right here by my side It's my fantasy
man Some fine ass girl walked by And she was lookin', I'm lookin' back She said, uh, JD I love those 20's on your car I said I beg your motherfuckin
Your depiction of a thug nigga Is fiction Your words hung my nigga Lines were drawn You sided with the judge I ain't a hater I don't love squellers,
how there's no fuckin' around in the west-side district Get it twisted, if you wanna choose your destiny Leave all that simple shit at home and bring your
the salts of flesh, Faith in F sharp That quick flavor turning in a hardcore kid's eye, As if upwards to heaven As if faithfully by your side, I smell