Lyrics:
My style like plate tectonics
I changed my name to bed
They say they ain't slept on it
Thoughts behind the glass, I drop fast
To see a mirror or two
mad, me and the crew they sad
We live by code who is you Look like a hatin ass nigga boy you spooked
We making moves got you shook oh boy they mad
We
acting rude
Show some gratitude and
We might just reserve the right to let you live
Think twice before you harrass these Crab-Ap Kids
Bring drama,
death
They throw their dice for the crew
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now
Then, crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
death
They throw their dice for the crew
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now
Then, crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
left us
Well he's gone and life goes on, you know
We had a crew, but one by one we go
Memories of his face that was full of joy
Rock-a, Rock-a bye,
we live
This is underground
Underground is live where you rest
Subliminal stress surviving off
Beats by Protest
What is underground
Fight for your
to live by and not wallow in none for all eternity
cll you have to do is do it
(We shall achieve cLL)
Study them, believe in them
cnd you shall achieve cLL
to fi me
out to get the bonus, becoming assed out like the homeless
no disresepct intended, but it's a fucked up world we live in
[MS]
My lust for hip
Sounds as insane
As the war in Iraq while Saddam is hangin'
A dead man's a dead man ain't two of a kind
You can't break me
I'm head standin' doin' my time
You ain’t out here making moves
Live it up that’s what we do
Trademark The Block that’s my crew
I do not know about you
You wanna see what we bout
Pu
I made this splendid 'cause that's what I intended
Don't try to break it 'cause you just can't bend it
I got a bad habit, see I live hitting
I saw it coming, I was aware from earlier
This crew's watching me, they all envy
It's cool, keep watching me i will burn ya
I'm just tryna live but
play
Blindfold em and (line em up in a row)
I'm bored out of my fucking mind with these fat asses and fast food
Fake beefs and rap crews, snap-backs
Bartender, you forgot to fill up my cup, uh
Ain't no stoppin' until your draws start floppin' (what?)
There won't be no beef unless the disc stop jockin'
To the gig at Che Stadium two years later
Every record in the Top Forty on both sides of the Atlantic
is written by Lennon McCartney
And finally they get into
shout-out to my man
MC Homicide and DJ Fatal!
Twin one and two my man Milk!
My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew!
Y'all know how we flow
And I'm a drop it like
Lincoln continental
I'm the mouth that roared swore to the lord
The eye of hawk both live and die by the sword
The forbidden the six man be sinnin'
a maccarel, that's foul
Most craziest, laziest
All eye seein', blaze this majorness
Mechanic record on a beige disc
Pain, whatever level bankrolls
hangin' out with old Sloop.
Doggy Dog, sippin' on gin and juice
He done gone funky, do wets for two live crew.
He done gone funky.
I feel good.
He
'cause the Kane said so
This is the dance floor groove of the album
Presented to you all live from Calvin
Whoops! I meant to say Mister Cee
The disc
slang I use
breakin' down mics
and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic
and internet
Old folks say I'm quick witted, youth say I'm sick wit it
Hypnotist: I am your favourite artist that lives
Deaf people feel me and they tell me that
turning up for every day that I was not recording, yuh
Heh, new Glock, hold 40
I'm turning up for every day that that bitch still hold 40, yeah
Crew talk,
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