It's scary, I'm Miss Up's to da area So so Def, next to Jay D This funkdafide baby keep 'em crazy My mentality happen to be livin' lavish With formalities
, all I see is crack addicts and automatics You rap niggaz is faggots, y'all cannot be serious I'm in coupes with Gucci interiors Airin' out your areas
, two, one, two Movin' roughly, straight to the desert, San Antonio I talk swift the rock king black Romeo I pack clubs, promoters put me out in Tokyo Damage your area
there's nothing but blackness in front of you and stars. And you're floating forward, your moving forward the whole group of people are moving forward
only way is upward towards the heavens towards the sky towards the stars area, volume, contents reach all of these things will only deceive forging forward
beautiful song the coke game and everythings a dolla sign and we focus straight ahead thats the bottom line this is my statement reverse the hatred if bay love the area
run in a church rob a piece one and the first to come with the worst now for a piece a bit scarier than a pit terrior camoufalge an assassin's well lit area
deck runnin' I want you to follow on those yellow foot prints With your body at position of attention Now when you all are gatherin' at my area head nose straight forward
13th As I proceed to hit the muthafuckin' weed I be givin' you exactly what you need To bob your head, 'cuz I know you likes to bob it Back and forward
Fun, even funner, I'm the gunner, sub machine gun It don't seem right that they don't get my theme right They don't know me, so we move forward More words
motivate the masses wit the standard of rhyme You're understandin that I'm (so fresh) They know it all across the planet that I'm (so fresh) Mos def, takin both steps forward, these notes was recorded The area
welcoming is overpowering. I must resist the urge to stay... Turning away from the luminosity I see before me, I look for new areas to explore... It
'm like Cato, my rhyme's the Green Hornet You know you want it, rappers get up on it I flaunt it, throughout the metro-politan The world's my area Dance
that I don't care - but every hope and every prayer rests on you now . . . (CHRISTINE, overcome by her conflicting emotions turns away and hurries out. RAOUL strides forward
13th As I proceed to hit the muthafuckin' weed I be givin' you exactly what you need To bob your head, cuz I know you likes to bob it Back and forward
One two, one two Movin roughly, straight to the desert, San Antonio I talk swift the Rock King Black Romeo I pack clubs, promoters put me out in Tokyo Damage your area
[Intro: everything said is echoed] Yeah yeah yeah! Tri-state area Live in New Jersey, and motherfuckin Giant Stadium Live for the first time, live on
