The sun came up . . . The sun came up . . . and we left home. you packed your bags. said your goodbyes. we hit the road. no radio. no radio. just one
most of them, slow, I keep my motionin' Eye on the prize I silence the wise, my lyrics make a scientist cry Making a secret society expose their purpose
got rappers gettin' mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryna clap at me I got these corny wanna be diss song kings on the radio Talkin' bout how they
got rappers gettin mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryin to clap at me I got these corny wannabe, diss-song kings on the radio Talkin bout how
I got rappers gettin' mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryna clap at me I got these corny wanna be diss song kings on the radio Talkin' bout how
hawk niggaz waitin on me You take the first shot then, +Second Round's on Me+ And when you walk, on the other side of me, and my brother ride I don't
rappers gettin' mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryna clap at me I got these corny wanna be diss song kings on the radio Talkin' bout how they
rappers gettin mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryin to clap at me I got these corny wannabe, diss-song kings on the radio Talkin bout how they
got rappers gettin' mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryna clap at me I got these corny wanna be diss song kings on the radio Talkin' bout how
niggaz waitin on me You take the first shot then, +Second Round's on Me+ And when you walk, on the other side of me, and my brother ride I don't rap
