guess it's just too late for you All I could do is pray for you or organize a wake for you Your choice, clearly I ain't hearing your voice Keep it up
you know Rhyme Syndicate bosses Any show, any tour, we house program Donald-D is who I am, damn Attempt to do this, boy, you're takin' a risk 'Cause my voice
haunting my memory Music in the air I hear it ev'rywhere Rags, bones and old city songs Hear them, how they talk to me The organ grinder and his monkey
tone of my voice Check out my new weapon, weapon of choice Don't be shocked by the tone of my voice Check out my new weapon, weapon of choice, yeah
as they struck out From distant shores and pioneers who pushed westward Against an unforgiving wilderness, yes we can It was the call of workers who organized
that you never seen before I'm a fuck or nigga I done fucked ya I remember when I was just a little boy Watchin' moms play that organ with that big voice
time for me to have my X-rays Of course, I had many nightmares about that fatal day The room was dark and my skeleton was floating on the wall My voice
like snitches out there droppin' dimes, Get yo' shit drawers up out my hamper, the survivalist represent the next black panther [Dee] I hang with blacks and you hang
voice you talk to me in treble I'm _Serious_ as Steady B so you know I ain't playin I'm stimulatin, makin crowds MOVE like organizations in Philly Keep
dong) sweet voice said She cracked it open, her reply I thought you was dead In a matter of seconds and inches The door was hanging off the hinges (crash
AM, ORGANIC ELECTRICITY My eyelids expose - the circumfrence My mind tends to bend - irreverant! Unparalleled - chaotic! My fairy tale - psychotic Lifespan - infinity I am, ORGANIC
flesh and bones +Organic Electricity+ chromosomes I'm home alone, but not by choice I pick up the phone and I hear a strange voice Hocus pocus, boogedy
God needed her to sing in heaven we'll meet again on that bright day [ organ ] A soft song fell within his hearing he picked our girl her soul her voice
[voice over] The threat to the world is not over. As we speak, our futures in grave danger Ice cube, Mack 10 and W.C. are...MASTERS OF GANGSTERIZM.
[voice over] The threat to the world is not over. As we speak, our futures in grave danger Ice cube, Mack 10 and W.C. are...MASTERS OF GANGSTERIZM. A
fuck wit Jane? Where you and her sleep at Lyrically inclined and inclined to get lyrical Checkin' for residuals, rhymin' be the ritual Ill individual, bad habitat, watch my voice
Big ballers wall to wall brawlers die for us Lie for us, snatch white man money cry for us Creepin' through the halls on a keyboard Friendly blessed dress and all Fendi Voice
'em [Pimpin' Small] You know the Roly I sport it keep on windin' All that flossin' on gold it be on tires Any track my voice on must be the finest You
