up, chew the rest of that crack up, Yeah you shook now, and if you swing on me I'm about to fight back. cause we got you on tape with that girl you
Malcolm X] Being here in America doesn't make you an American Being born here in America doesn't make you an American Why if birth made you an American
on top tonight We're gonna rock on top tonighton top of the world We're gonna rock on top tonighton top of the world Rock on top Rock on top Rock on
wanna blow it up (I do) Now who can rip it up (I can) I glide like the ride of a man on a snowboard When they pick up the microphone I ask him what
this on the map And if it dont happen i'll still be smashing in a cadillac Fuck that im riding and gliding in the avenue America's nightmare all dressed
mania, hey, ey, ah, ah Fresh off the runway, pair white Nikes Phantom top drop on that I 95 Pink see us sucka'z who but I? I'm on my way to party a
6th member of the raskalz KRS-One from the Bronx, respecting as we stomp, there is no cop. From America to Canada, lyrical stamina Coming through like that on
ass nigga on them hogs Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun 'Cuz they got me on the run Now I'm back in the court room Waitin' on the outcome Free 2pac
that I could strangle I keep waking up on the floor Cause I strangle myself but what the fuck for? Haha starin at the cracks on the walls Whistlin necks
to spend on me Then she do a little stunt on the bottom Looked at me, threw me the keys to her car She do the splits on the table Still whinin' with
fuss I'ma nigga that know on this globe five hundred thow isn't enough I'ma nigga don't like other niggas that try to keep on a plantation With
On the yellow brick road he lost control Got charged for runnin' down the scarecrow, on the loose Runnin' from hot pursuit, lead by Dr. Seuss Riding
captured the first tribe of men And piled them in a pen fifty feet high They took 'em all on a nine thousand mile ride And landed on the shore of a
Swedish punks ass no mo' 1 down and 2 to go hand me a Fo' Fo' Let me get my ride on, get my homicide on B-Real wish he could be me 'cause he know he
on, I regulate the turf I stomp on Everytime I see some I grabs me gun Red rum red rum and Inglewood is where I be from Boom boom bang on I bust back,
and get me (charged) When I see a bitch poppin? that ass I throw some roof on my impala I get (charged) When they see the twist sippin? on cris? flickin? them diamonds on
seem the only thing it did was made me get higher My oldest brother away from home with shackles on In 93 we took the ride and lost payin a ton Just