another mile to the board of separation. strange towns make the best of my sickness when the cure's so far away. it seems so sad, but time's not flying
. chalk another mile to the board of separation. strange towns make the best of my sickness when the cure's so far away. it seems so sad, but time's not
's the idea? Computer chip Here's a job, some numbers, two credit cards We'll split it even but here's the odds Twenty to one, who's Harry Crumb? He'
It's the apollo! (the apollo) uhh! The apollo (4x) [kid] it's the apollo, come on! The apollo (3x) [kid] uhh! The apollo (2x) [kid] it's the apollo!
again it's on in the motherfucker Still riding, my style is based on rodeo Crucial Conflict what they hollering They spooky now nigga let's turn it on Fuck it burn shit Let's
or not what I'm saying Don't be stupid kid 'cause I ain't playing M to the O to the L to the O To the T to the O to the V For those illiterate bastards
O to the L to the O to the T to the O to the V For those ileterate bastards who cannot spell Molotov is who We be M to the O to the L to the O to the
- ? ? ? Well why don't you go out and see what's out there? Well I don't know if that's what's out there. That's a thought, if you'd like Yes but still
like EPMD LP's Robbin y'all for cheese, now yes y'all whaddIdo Fuck you and you drink the Olde E brew Down with Funkmaster Flex yes who's next To get
, L.O.N.S. we gettin' thicker With a buncha niggas, yes Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas Who's on the microphone? A buncha niggas Who's on the
ya shoulders Quick fast, faster than the eye blink, so why think You could live amongst the, livest mc's And d-o-d's that I run with, And collaborate
s in my left, I'm not the type to fight I'm blowin up quick like a stick of dynamite So call nine-one-one, Biggie's got a gun The gat to your back, I'
love with a freak My raps is like crack, I distribute to the street O's in the form of flows, China Whyte You say I'm okay, your chick think I'm dynamite
beep beep beep beep beep beep) Kid can you wake up boy it ain't long til the warning arrives And its the shake up That's got me waiting for your dynamite
's in my left, I'm not the type to fight I'm blowin up quick like a stick of dynamite So call nine-one-one, Biggie's got a gun The gat to your back, I
yeah) Fingers, navels and ears look chunky Then she flipped the script and cold got funky (Sho got funky with me, babe) Hair's done, nails lookin' polished But here's
beep beep beep beep beep) Kid can you wake up boy it ain't long til the warning arrives And its the shake up That's got me waiting for your dynamite
