― Amazing Randy, Friday, 26 September 2003 13:44 (twenty-one years ago)
― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Friday, 26 September 2003 13:52 (twenty-one years ago)
― Nicolars (Nicole), Friday, 26 September 2003 13:54 (twenty-one years ago)
― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Friday, 26 September 2003 13:55 (twenty-one years ago)
― NA (Nick A.), Friday, 26 September 2003 13:55 (twenty-one years ago)
― Pinkpanther (Pinkpanther), Friday, 26 September 2003 13:57 (twenty-one years ago)
― Emilymv (Emilymv), Friday, 26 September 2003 14:11 (twenty-one years ago)
"Kookaburra sits in the old gum tr..."
THIS IS SATAN SPEAKING!YER ASSES ARE MINE, MOTHERFUCKERS!
― Bryan (Bryan), Friday, 26 September 2003 14:19 (twenty-one years ago)
― ... (gareth), Friday, 26 September 2003 14:20 (twenty-one years ago)
The luau was sharp, right Jay? (On the strength money)Laughter good food and tons of honeysEat and be merry, festive drums playinA real cool atmosphere, you know what I'm sayin?Tipped through the crowd, aloha alohaMingled like a single, then yo IStopped dead in my tracks, and my heart did freezeEyes wide surprised to find Sophie'sSmilin at the Jaz for some reason or otherClockin a brother, but standin with anotherWho just so happened to catch her expressionLook in my direction as a sign of aggressionApproachin me and yo I ain't lyinWas this big coconut eatin barefoot giantFace to face I mean chest to faceMy first prepared to hook off in hasteThen Sophie sweete than sugar a good lookerBroke in between, before homeboy shook herGrabbed her took her away on the wild tipOn a macho tripthat ain't hipLook to my partner Jay (yeah I saw it)Shrugged his shoulders said (hey I can't call it)I said I think she should just up and go freeThen I can be with a girl, named Sophie
Walked along the beach by self til dawnAskin myself what the hell goes onShe's so thorough, but she got a man he ain't right thoughAnd besides she's a stranger to me quite soThose thoughts were troublinTil the sunlight shone on a figure and I was bubblinLike a dream it seemed when she approached meTalkin about none other than SophieLooked into my eyes, anxiety goneTold me she's been thinkin bout me all night longI asked about the island kid she said "What of him?"I said "Ain't he your man, whassup, don't you love im?"Sophie screamed she need a woman's dreamNot a cartoon sucker from a comic sceneClose embracin her eyes full of tearsBut we spoke of the devil, and slap, he appearedSpeedin toward us like a heat-seekin missleBut yo, I ain't no cat with that "P" initialHomeboy was large, I must've been crazySophie said "No" I said "Yo, get out the way baby!"No words spoken, major slugfestTwent minutes and homeboy's head put to restAll for the best cause the big prize the trophyWas my heart of Hawaii whose name is Sophie
― Chris V. (Chris V), Friday, 26 September 2003 14:23 (twenty-one years ago)
― Pinkpanther (Pinkpanther), Friday, 26 September 2003 14:25 (twenty-one years ago)
― Pinkpanther (Pinkpanther), Friday, 26 September 2003 14:26 (twenty-one years ago)
You are a madman.
― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Friday, 26 September 2003 14:26 (twenty-one years ago)
― Chris V. (Chris V), Friday, 26 September 2003 14:27 (twenty-one years ago)
― Amazing Randy, Friday, 26 September 2003 14:30 (twenty-one years ago)
― Chris V. (Chris V), Friday, 26 September 2003 14:31 (twenty-one years ago)
Damn I still love that shit.
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 26 September 2003 14:35 (twenty-one years ago)
― Amazing Randy, Friday, 26 September 2003 14:40 (twenty-one years ago)
― stevem (blueski), Friday, 26 September 2003 14:42 (twenty-one years ago)
― Amazing Randy, Friday, 26 September 2003 14:43 (twenty-one years ago)
― stevem (blueski), Friday, 26 September 2003 14:43 (twenty-one years ago)
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 26 September 2003 14:45 (twenty-one years ago)
― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Friday, 26 September 2003 14:47 (twenty-one years ago)
no i don't care, i mean hey, i got Pennythere comes a time in every girl's life when she's truely gotta askherself (you've gotta decide) is she ready, to be going steady? don't faintdead away but i honestly believe that one month should be enough. well, first of all, let's say you've dated johnny a few timesand one day johnny asked you to be his steady.if you decide to...
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no i don't care, i mean hey, i got Pennythere comes a time in every girls life when she's gotta ask herselfsometimes sometimes you just ask yourself, steady or noti mean, do you wanna be johnny's steadydon't faint dead awaybut i honestly believe that one month should be just about enoughwell, first of all, let's say you'vedated a boy named johnny a few timesand one day johnny asked you to be his steady...
three important rules for breaking updon't put off breaking up when you know you want toprolonging the situation only makes it worsetell him honestly, simply, kindly but firmlydon't make a big productiondon't make up an ellaborate storythis will help you avoid a tear jerking sceneif you want to date other people, say sobe prepared for the boy to feel hurt and rejectedeven if you only gone together for a short timeand haven't been too seriousthere's still a feeling of rejection when someone says she prefersthe company of others to your exclusive companybut if you're honest and direct and avoid makinga flaridy emotional speechwhen you break the newsthe boy will respect you for your franknessand honestly, he'll appreciate the kind of straight-forward mannerin which you told him your decisionunless he's a real jerk or crybaby, you'll remain friends
i'm head of the class, i'm populari'm a quarterback, i'm popularmy mom says i'm a catch, i'm populari'm never last picked, i'm a cheerleading chick
being attractive is the most important thing there isif you wanna catch the biggest fish in your pond,you have to be as attractive as possiblemake sure to keep your hair spotlessly cleanwash it atleast every two weeks,once every two weeksand if you see johnny football hero in the halltell him he played a great gametell him you liked his article in the newspaper
i'm the party star, i'm populari got my own car, i'm populari'll never get caught, i'm populari'm the teacher's pet, i make football bets
i propose we support a one-month-limit on going steadyi think it will keep people more able to deal with weird situationsand get to know more peoplei think if you're ready to go out with johnnynow's the time to tell him about your one-month limithe won't mind, he'll appreciate your fresh look on datingand once you dated someone else, you can date him againi'm sure he'll like it, everyone will appreciate ityou're so novel, what a good ideayou can keep your time to yourself, you don't need a date insuranceyou can go out with whoever you want toevery boy, every boy in the whole world could be yoursif you just listen to my plan, the teenage guide to popularity!
i'm head of the class, i'm populari'm a quarterback, i'm popularmy mom says i'm a catch, i'm populari'm never last pickedi'm a cheerleading chicki'm the party star, i'm populari got my own car i'm populari'll never get caught, i'm populari'm the teacher's pet, i make football bets
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Friday, 26 September 2003 14:50 (twenty-one years ago)
I wish I was like six-foot-nineSo I could get with LeoshiCause she don't know me but yo she's really fineYou know I see her all the timeEverywhere I go, and even in my dreamsI can scheme of ways to make her mineCause I know she's livin phatHer boyfriend's tall and he plays ballSo how am I gonna compete with that'Cause when it comes to playing basketballI'm always last to be pickedAnd in some cases never picked at allSo I just lean upon the wallOr sit up in the bleachers with the rest of the girlsWho came to watch their men ballDag y'all! I never understoodWhy the jocks get the fly girlsAnd me I get the hood ratsI tell 'em scat, skittle, skibobbleGot hit with a bottleAnd put in the hospital, for talkin' that messI confess it's a shame when you livin' in a cityThat's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' nameGlad I came to my sensesLike quick-quick got sick-sick to my stomachOvercome with my thoughts of me and her togetherRight?So when I asked her out she said I wasn't her type(rpt 1, 1)
I wish I had a brand-new carSo far, I got this hatchbackAnd everywhere I go, yo I gets laughed atAnd when I'm in my car I'm laid backI got an 8-track and a spare tire in the backseatBut that's flatAnd do you really wanna know what's really wack, WhatSee I can't even get a dateSo, what do you think of that?I heard that prom night is the bomb nightWith a hood rat you can hold tightBut really tho' on figueroWhen I'm in my car I can't even get a helloWell so many people wanna cruise Crenshaw on SundayWell then I'm gonna have to get in my car and goYou know I take the 110 to the 105Get off on Crenshaw tell my homies look aliveCause it's hard to surviveLivin' in a concrete jungle andThese girls just keep passin' me byShe looks fly, she looks flyMakes me say my, my, my(rpt 1, 1)
I wish I was a little bit taller...I wish I was a baller...I wish I was a little bit taller y'allI wish I was a baller (3)
Hey, I wish I had my way'Cause everyday would be a FridayYou could even speed on the highwayI would play ghetto gamesName my kids ghetto namesLittle Mookie, big Al, LorraineYo you know that's on the realSo if you're down on your luckThen you should know just how I feelCause if you don't want me aroundSee I go simple, I go easy, I go greyhoundHey, you, what's that sound?Everybody look what's going downAhhhh, yes, ain't that fresh?Everybody wants to get down like that
― Ally (mlescaut), Friday, 26 September 2003 14:54 (twenty-one years ago)
― gabbneb (gabbneb), Friday, 26 September 2003 14:54 (twenty-one years ago)
(chorus)
(Smooth B)Sometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quickI was on 125 and Saint NickWaiting on a cab, standing in the rainUnder my heart three clouds of painShe got the best of meWhat was her destiny?Maybe I should lick her with my nine millime...terMy mind is in a blurCause you could never pay me to think this would occurMe and this girl Jane Doe was living togetherWe were inseparable, noone could severAt least that's what I thoughtBut later I fought with her substanceAnd almost ended up in Supreme CourtWhen I was on the road doing shows getting bizShe was in my penz getting stiffy with her friendsAnd even when she crashed my whip I didn't flipMy man Slick Nick said Smooth you're starting to slipTime went on I started noticing weight lossThen I had to ask her was she riding the white horseAt first she said no, then she said yo Smooth I'm sorryBut I keep having visions of snowI need doeAnd I said woah little hottieI'm not DeLorian, Gambino or GottiI don't deal coke, and furthermore you're making me brokeI'll put you in a rehab and I won't tell your folksAnd what do you knowIn 18 months she came home and I let her back inAnd now she's sniffing again...
― Chris V. (Chris V), Friday, 26 September 2003 14:57 (twenty-one years ago)
What just recked the mic, what just recked the mic..............Psyche
Lets get ready ready Lets get ready readyLets get Lets get Lets get ready ready
Lets get ready ready Lets get ready readyLets get ready to Rhumble
Straight up provin' We can get you groovin'This tracks boomin' it ain't no hype
What just recked the mic, what just recked the mic.............Psyche
CHORUSLets get ready to rhumble (Lets get ready to rhumble)Get ready get steady and Rhumble (Everybody Rhumble)Lets get ready to rhumble (Lets get ready to rhumble)Get ready get steady and Rhumble (Everybody rhumble)
Sit back Rap attack don't take no flack rhymein time to the rhythm of the trackI'm Ant I'm Declan a Duo a Twosome So manylyrics we're frightened to use 'em
So many lyrics we keep 'em in storesWe've even got them coming out of our poresYour father your mother your sister your brothereveryone's got to be an AKA Lov-er
Give us the motivation we can cause a sensationGive us the aspiration we can cause a sensationGive us the girls top speed Give us the girls stampedeStylin' Smilin' Everybody buck wilin'
CHORUS
Partners in crime we'll never do timeA sentence for us has to end in a rhyme((wiggidy wiggidy)) Raw... and pure like sushiDon't try to do me use me Or even try to sue me
We lay down the law We're quick on the drawWe played it we made it the rest don't scoreNo jokes no messin' We teach you a lessonA state of confusion to keep you all guessin'
Freakin' it sweatin' it bustin' the micSlammin' it jammin' it do what you like
Lets get ready ready Lets get ready ready Lets get Lets getLets get ready ready Lets get ready ready Lets get ready readyLets get ready to rhumble
― Matt DC (Matt DC), Friday, 26 September 2003 14:59 (twenty-one years ago)
Try to answer to the master on the MC rap artistsNo joke on the lyric it's hard to be modestI knew I was the man with the master planTo make you wiggle and jiggle like gelatinJust think while I sing and to the brain structureDon't sleep on the E 'ya see something might ruptureI don't take time for me to blow your mindIt takes a second to wreck it because you're dumb and blindSo just lounge . . . 'Cause you're a MC clownOr join the circus . . . EPMD's in townTotal chaos -- no mass confusionRhymes so hypnotizing known to cause an illusionLike a magician who draws a rabbit out a hat, sonI'm drawin' more, like a 44-MagnumMC's please stop, look, and listen and try to imagineit's travellin' the speed of lighjt, but everything' motion it'sfrighteningPlus the thought of you aloneYou now enter the dimension called the Twilight ZoneYou're terrified . . . plus you can't bear the thoughtYou and I one-on-one in the land of the lostYou start to shiver . . . then you scream, my friendYou wake up, Muttley, because you're dreamin' againNext time I'm on the scene . . . do not try to diss usKeep your mouth suckered up, because I'm Strictly BusinessThis is the rap season . . . when the E starts pleasin'Girls around the world no need to be skeezin'When I roll I stroll, Cool always pack a 2Just in case . . . a brother acts a foolI've got the energy to put the girlz in a frenzyPut a shock when I rock even though I'm not stingyMake sure I don't bore when I'm on the dance floor . . .Get busy, boy . . . like you never saw beforeRhyme flow . . . good to go . . .After the show . . . I'll pull your hoe, boy"Do you sniff blow??" -- Hell noGot my whole life ahead of me, no time to be sniffin'And if my parents find out, then they start riffin'So I stay, A-OK'Cause I'm the E . . . the R-I-C-KMC's look me in the face and their eyes get weakPulse rate descends . . . heart rate increasesIt's like beam me up, scotty, I control your bodyI'm as deadly as AIDS when it's time to rock a partyWith all due respect, when I say mike checkI let a sucker slide once . . . then I break his neckSo when I say jump, you'll reply "How high?"Because I'm takin' no prisoners, so don't play hero and dieYou're just a soldier . . . and I'm a Green BeretI do not think twice about the MCs I slaySo if you want to battle, i highly recommend this:Bring your dog, mom, and dad . . . because I'm Strictly BusinessYo, yo, you're still pickin' on that four-leaf clover?Bring in the sandman, sucker . . . because it's overMy name is Eric Sermon and I'm back againI see the head's still turnin' of my so-called friendsThey smile in my face -- behind my back they talk trash,Mad and stuff - because they don't have cashLike the E-Double . . . or the Pee-MDHe drives a Corvette, I drive a semi-iroc SuzukiI'm the locksmith . . . with the key to fameNever high on myself, always stay the samePlay a lot because I'm hot and like a horse I trotAround the track and back, fatigued?? No, I'm notI'm the mellow, the fellow, the one that likes to say helloTo a fly girl that is good to goWith the slow tempo and the off-beat rhyme flow'Cause when I am in action, there is no time for maxin' or relaxinJust reactin' and subtractin'On a sucker MC who's mouth keeps on yappin' and flappin'I lose my cool, then I'll be start slappin' and smackin'You on a roll, then I'll be start jackin' and cappin'No time to lounge, I'm packin' and strappin'At my point attack I soar at you like an eagle,I'm the sheriff, and bitin' is illegalSo next time in town, I highly recommend this,You gots to chill, because I'm Strictly Business
― Chris V. (Chris V), Friday, 26 September 2003 15:02 (twenty-one years ago)
― Chris V. (Chris V), Friday, 26 September 2003 15:06 (twenty-one years ago)
I was just scrolling down the page and for a moment I thought that was a PJ and Duncan lyric I'd not previously been aware of.
I'll pick my jaw up off the floor now.
― j0e (j0e), Friday, 26 September 2003 15:08 (twenty-one years ago)
― Kingfish (Kingfish), Friday, 26 September 2003 15:09 (twenty-one years ago)
― Kingfish (Kingfish), Friday, 26 September 2003 15:11 (twenty-one years ago)
― Chris V. (Chris V), Friday, 26 September 2003 15:13 (twenty-one years ago)
this is surely wrong and should be 'watch us wreck the mic' but i dunno, it's only my karaoke choice ALL THE TIME
― stevem (blueski), Friday, 26 September 2003 15:13 (twenty-one years ago)
― Chris V. (Chris V), Friday, 26 September 2003 15:15 (twenty-one years ago)
― Kingfish (Kingfish), Friday, 26 September 2003 15:23 (twenty-one years ago)
― Chris V. (Chris V), Friday, 26 September 2003 15:56 (twenty-one years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Friday, 26 September 2003 16:11 (twenty-one years ago)
― Kingfish (Kingfish), Friday, 26 September 2003 20:08 (twenty-one years ago)
― Bob Shaw (Bob Shaw), Friday, 26 September 2003 20:21 (twenty-one years ago)
― Amazing Randy, Saturday, 27 September 2003 14:30 (twenty-one years ago)
― Amazing Randy, Saturday, 27 September 2003 14:31 (twenty-one years ago)
― Altweibersommermute (Wintermute), Saturday, 27 September 2003 15:38 (twenty-one years ago)
― I'm Passing Open Windows (Ms Laura), Sunday, 28 September 2003 05:38 (twenty-one years ago)
― Trayce (trayce), Sunday, 28 September 2003 06:34 (twenty-one years ago)
IT'S GOOD TO HAVE YOU BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!
― CAPS LOCK = COOL (Dee the Lurker), Sunday, 28 September 2003 07:02 (twenty-one years ago)
(You know I'm kidding you.)
― Legendary Nothingness (Dee the Lurker), Sunday, 28 September 2003 07:03 (twenty-one years ago)
Er. Um. Something tells me you're not talking about Crossroads Mall....
― Legendary Nothingness (Dee the Lurker), Sunday, 28 September 2003 07:36 (twenty-one years ago)
― Ed (dali), Sunday, 28 September 2003 09:02 (twenty-one years ago)
― Little Big Macher (llamasfur), Sunday, 28 September 2003 14:25 (twenty-one years ago)
Duh dub duh duh dububububububububbbbbb
Donde esta los digits du DJ Rap?
Bring the sound to the people in a white truck Bumpin' on the road bumpsRun into a tree stumpTweeter out the back doorSlam into the dirt lot, stoppedWith the cable runnin' out the backsideDisco naked
And if you had a chance-ahYou wouldn't even stop denying,Go talk to Anna Hand.Go start the multiplyin'
Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
BlaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Red
Green is like a boom to the what's dis non.Diddy on dawn to the don don diggy dawn.[repeat]
[CHORUS]Doubt'll be the fire of your delight, but you're never gonna come back downA halveThe pop song on the five, but you're never gonna come back downTo grabThe t-shirt off the line, but you're never gonna come back downI think she's murderously sly, but you're never gonna come back downBut you're never gonna come back down,But you're never gonna come back down,But you're never gonna come back down,But you're never gonna come back down,
We are here to save the ERF uhhh. E-R-F uh..
Todd Berry Todd Berry I'm gonna pay you on a chorley rate, pay you on a chorley rate, rate, rate, rate, rate...
Oh when I woke up and got on the BMTI saw the boom shudap and that's fresh to me ..And they were scrawling on the window with wise-ass keys,And they were driving out the lots in their Mercurys.
If you had a chance-ahYou wouldn't even stop denyingGo talk to Anna Hand,Go start the multiplyin'
[CHORUS]Doubt'll be the fire of your delight, but you're never gonna come back downA halveThe pop song on the five, but you're never gonna come back downTo grabThe t-shirt off the line, but you're never gonna come back downI think she's murderously sly,but you're never gonna come back dowwwwwwwwnBut you're never gonna come back down,But you're never gonna come back down,But you're never gonna come back down,But you're never gonna come back Dowwwnnn,..,
He's the doom slinger, the dope beat stinger, sucka dj's they get stopped by a single finger....
Huh!
He's gonna bubble it up now,
He likes to bubble it up, he likes to bubble it up, he likes to bubble it up, he likes to bubble it up,
Mr. BT, Mr. BT, Mr. BT, Mr. BT,
Please bring it up, bring it up, bring it up, bring it up,
Could you bring it up?Could you bring it up just a little more than that?Could you bring it up?Could you bring it up?Could you bring it up just..could you bring it up?Could you bring it up?Could you bring it up?Could you bring it up?
Say hallelujah peoples, say hallelujah oh yes!Yes, yes in the name, the name of, in the naaaaame,In the name,And it was in my belly bitter,But in my mouth-ah, it was-ah sweeter.
[CHORUS]Doubt'll be the fire of your delight, but you're never gonna come back downA halveThe pop song on the five, but you're never gonna come back downTo grabThe t-shirt off the line, but you're never gonna come back downI think she's murderously sly, but you're never gonna come back dowwwwwwwwwwn
You understand?
You know what I'm saying?
Rght on to the people up front,Right to the people in the back,Right on to the bartender,Right on to the waitresses,Right on to the DJ,Right on,Right on to the lady with the beer over there in the pink skirt,Right on to all them mmmmmm English girls named Charisse...Fucking blonde English girls with ghetto names you know what I'm saying?I love that shit.
And the seven udders uttered,The seven unders thundered,The seven thunders uttered,The seven utters thuddered, thuddered, thuddered, under, thuddered underThe seven thunders uttered.
Charisse-ah.
[BT:] Fucking excellent man.[DOUGHTY:] That's what I do for a living..
― j.lu (j.lu), Sunday, 28 September 2003 21:43 (twenty-one years ago)
― Amazing Randy, Thursday, 2 October 2003 18:53 (twenty-one years ago)
― Matt DC (Matt DC), Friday, 3 October 2003 07:40 (twenty-one years ago)
― Pinkpanther (Pinkpanther), Friday, 3 October 2003 07:51 (twenty-one years ago)
― Fabrice (Fabfunk), Friday, 3 October 2003 07:52 (twenty-one years ago)
― gabbneb (gabbneb), Friday, 3 October 2003 09:24 (twenty-one years ago)
(Big B)Raising hustlas, thieves and prostitutesYoung homie, think before you shoot, murdererWhere will our children goWhen there's no place safe where they can go
(Bizzy Bone)And trouble may come and sometimesYou'll get pulled over by one-timeAnd when the 1999 rewinds, you didn't even make any stridesMurder all around the whole world, it's nauseatinEverybody's hatin everybody, overratedWhy everybody actin agitated, I thought we graduatedBack in the saddle waitin, aboard the battle stationHaitin is a birth defect and you know ain't nobody perfectAnd when the curtains, close open up the door, no more
(Bridge-Big B)See we loosin this world we loveAnd it looks like the sinnin won't endSo I'm reachin high up aboveLord, let your blessings begin
(Hook-Big B) 4xAnd let's change the world, and let's change the world
(Flesh Bone)It got me ready to set off the riotRidin wit my Trues Humbly United Gathering SoulsHere we go, roll up some more PhilliesMy nigga let me hit itNiggas we thugs and immortalized, let's get highIt's them niggas you most desireI can remember from way back in the dayComin up out the ghetto was a hell of a struggleFrom sellin the fiends llelloBut it was my dream to kick flows and put my people on another levelNow could it be for the lust (lust)?Could it be for the rush (rush)?My niggas love when they bustThey steady buck and they duckThey put your dick in the dustMy niggas creepin on a come upCome up nigga, killa, thuggish ruggish niggaNigga, finna' descent into the dawn of a new milleniumAnticipatin life without Satan hatin, and all enemies to hell, I'm sendin them
(Hook)
(Layzie Bone)Everyday the devil at meAnd I wish the Lord throw a Hummer at me, I ain't happyMe and Eazy E in a B-E-N-Z, with my niggas right next to meIt's my legacy, we can't let it stop, uh uh, not nowThe whole world endin up in buck-buck-powCorruption, destruction, disasterEverybody tryna' rap faster than the masterOh Lord, could you save my soul?Nigga tryna go platinum 'round 40 years oldThe Lord know we can do this shitIt ain't no stoppin us now 'cause we can prove this shitNigga me, Stew D, PD, Freaky GThe whole world wanna be ridin with meI'm in the flesh, let's talk about sexBabies havin babies, Generation XWith the AIDS epidemic, we ain't cool no moreAnd I know they gotta cure for this shit, we ain't richFirst we lost Eazy, then we lost PacBiggie got killed, when this shit gon' stop?Everybody wanna know what's goin on with the thuggish, ruggish, Bone, Bone, Bone, BoneTryna' get prepared for the Y2KAnd if I don't die today, Im'a try an change the world
(Hook) 2x
(Wish Bone)You need a lesson you can love our rappinBut they try an ban it, realize that it ain't gon' happenWe done changed the worldGhetto voices bein heard and failedNow I got my guns, better arm yourselfsMost don't know what to do, if you don't know what to doDon't you know this government ain't built for me and youI have a dream, no, I have a wishIf we can't save ourselve, then let's save the kidsLet the world go, let these babies have somethinLet the world go, just don't blow this muthafucka upYou kill him, he'll kill youSome say it stupid but violence really lives where I come fromHungry little kids where I come fromThugs like me where I come from
(Bridge)
(Hook to fade)
― Tuomas (Tuomas), Friday, 3 October 2003 10:30 (twenty-one years ago)