Lyrics:
Lord to the ghetto, king to the street corner
Police warmers
This is where life expectancy meets karma
Street sagas
Told by a tortured sinner who
Nigga next Traktrain, finna' go and
Buy a baby drac', nigga
Or I might go 'head and
Buy my fucking modded 'K
Niggas tryna' play 'round
Okay you could die
I cop sarin gas
Garfield Thanksgiving Day Parade's how
I'm airing cats wear a mask in October
And every other holiday
Stock your face if I heard that
glad to die
Light a flame to your mummified
Rags: it'll burn fast
With one nut, I gave Cleopatra a sperm bath
You've been jinxed
Your head turns little
wives and Whores
Roast their little ones Screaming in the Fire
Piles of Severed Heads built into pyramids
Even Cats and Dogs are Slain in the Streets
Not
put an end to all of your grievances
Solve world peace, lil nigga
Boy, this shit really slap, on every volume like it was raised by Smack
In
[Qwell:]
Rain shine, was fate denied by state time
Ya caged ryhmes contain rage behind gang signs
Remember chickens spittin' game at you
I'm prayin'
The opp boys way too wet
Would've thought they got sprayed by Fireman Sam
And the kickback's way too strong
Should've called this shotgun Rob Van Dam
cannabis
Apple juice and a pack of crisps
I just came off a jet, I've been travelling
Getting head on the plane, she was talented
Your man ain't nothing
hazard
Ride the second wind
Like no roof is on the fast car
Head out the window
Let's keep it simple
Gimmie your hand
I'm a show you what I'm into
your plan?
Before I fade to black, face the mirror, face the fact
Fate appear to backtrack where the plaques at?
Where the love for the cat?
Fortified
spent
That I'm always there
I'll go anywhere
When you go to court
I'll stand by your side
Ima hold your hand if you do some time
I'm gonna hold it down
There's A Fly In My Room
Words & Music by Erika Paul & Dwight Carlson
From the cd entitled, "Scat's My Bag"
There's A Fly In My Room
There's
V1 (16)
Oh yes…I'm that cat that your mama warned you about/
See I don't care if you're a ditz of if you're clever (No)/
I've got a penchant for
that is all that matters
He sees a cat he knows so well
Now sleeping on a bench together
A woman waiting by herself, selling flowers
"Please buy
around
They say the earth shakes under your window
When you twist every word around town
Standing by your little red telephone
Endless rain on the line
feel an air of violence when I have to walk on by
You can't deny it, it's something you can't miss
That bird who's hanging' out with you is mad like
it
Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that fagot ass nigga trying to pull
nigga and I settle the score
Like a tic for a tac, my gat bust the most caps
Killin' muthafuckaz, leave 'em dead with the alley cats
You feel brave
a diamond
As I continue glidin'
The ass drops down
As I hit the switch again
Heads startin' turnin'
'cause they see that Shank is perfen
And swervin'
Pimpin
a drunk mind state, I bomb Kuwait
I'm so ill I raise the dead when I rhyme at wakes
From the moment that my first verse caught your head
years later you'll
hear of you in NYC
Or LA, or college in Tennessee or maybe it'll reach overseas
To Italy and maybe even to the heads in the military
If you're lucky,
Don't push me cause i'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Sometime I sit alone
And look deep into my soul
And i starrin down
will make you testify.
I bet you fry like a pie on an electric eye.
F a sword I ain't no Shang-Hai samurai,
but in your botti boy head boom bye
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