Lyrics:
In the year of the yellow cab
Shadow of the great world war
The third kid grandmom had
Came into this world
On a rolling farm in Maryland
When
lead me to the brimstone gate!
Dark forces lead me through the brimstone gate!"
("Passing the third gate, I return to the crimson world.")
"And
zoldatten?! (Ozay Optzay!)
Yeah, give it a try, (By by by by)
But me I'm jasto Bordello kind of guy!..
Mama, of course all hopes are so fragile...
Papa, I
Hip-Hop style baby, y'all remember
By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped your
a third degree burn
Iced it down when he was asleep
And said you'll be okay
A lot of rappers are desperate to
Be a star by the day they hydroplaning
Hoping
and adopted
By the streets but the
Gift he brought with him to this world
Will effect our outlooks on not only
Rap music but on life as well, forever
Forever
Whips and chains, whips and chains
Jacob know my name
He call me Kunta, you my brother
We come from the same modern world
That's ya girl? I see she
from Bergdorf
I make so much on a verse I take a third off
Bird call, swerve off
Bust a nut on her, tell her that's a load off
Shorty a** soft, like
doot
And beaucoup, beaucoup, I'm cuckoo
I'm a star goin' to war with you clones like Count Dooku
I'm worlds apart from you rappers
Like I walk in
Confess my sins
But still didn't find peace
But
Like MJ and five
I will six peak
(Third round!)
I write music for hood first
'Cause that's where
checking to see if it's talcum or coke
I can kill you by drowning the globe
Or I can just spit inside of a hole and put an ounce in your throat
In battles
And the third-world dictators each set of
Thieves appointed a spokesman to give
His case to the Devil we have
Recorded these events for posterity
Uh, listen uh, okay,
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
die, I'm a leave the world,
With something,
To remember me by
The real stimuli
Fool you be frontin'
I keep it when I part like a natural
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
Baby's busy hiding in the bassinet
Wonderin' if the third world war started yet
I told her I was pulling up and heading west
She said she would have
pie a la mode
I'm gonna need my own zip code
When you're only having seconds
I'm having twenty-thirds
When I go to get my shoes shined
I gotta
you scared, say you scared
In this world I'm Gipp, in second the mutant
The third the Geechee, how many ways can you reach me?
Now most be scully,
It's just me against the world and I won't lose
No I can't lose, I'm a born winner
These streets made a beast out of me
Six rings on my fingers
TGIF on ABC not gonna be beat
Step by Step and Urkel and Boy Meets World yeah that's you
A rollercoaster ride of family fun
Best damn shows under
to success
Gaze down upon my works and admire (Heh)
World’s on fire, I say we let that motherfucker burn
Burn, baby, burn
As the world turns, count up all
(ah)
She don't want fame
That's a passing ghost
Watch your life pass-by
Grab a ticket to the show
Hands in the sky
Why you feeling so low like
You're all
a heck of a bet
Well that's
Because it might distort your mind to where all you see?
Is abyss?
Is
Is
Abyss
Is Is the evil in this world
Well
I would say
Jack in the box I'm in my bag now
I caught em by surprise Jack in the box I'm in my bag now (Pop Out)
The world changing around me
They don't know
.png/220px-Third_World_(Third_World_album_cover).png "Third World Don")
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