Yeah! I loved her fancy underwear I'd sit behind her every year Waiting for the chance to get To tell her I'm the one she should be with, oh She's popular
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah Verse 1: Beat the beat up 'til the beat get punch drunk Drown in my flow, motherfucker bring your swimmin' trunks Everybody say they
Mula, babe She was a young girl in pursuit of glory and fame She would do anything she could to feel the flame When everybody knew your mood and the
When you look into the mirror in the morning do you recognize who you see When I look into the mirror in the morning I don?t see anything What happens
(young lloyd) i-i-i-i can make your bedrock i-i-i-i can make your bedrock girl i-i-i-i can make bed rock i-i-i-i can make your bedrock she got that
My reality is bigger than your dreams are Got ya dream girl ridin' in ya dream car She wants me, she wants me Cause I got it all, Bitch tell me what
Damn it, damn, girl You know you got it goin' on You can see by the way that she walkin' You so fine that your body need a bodyguard Well, I can be your
She stole my heart, she ran away Now I'm heartless, so fuck her anyway We got along, she got away The price is wrong but she gotta pay We used to be
The loser, microphone abuser Feet hurtin', I just walked from Jerusalem So you should get on the side with the movement I'm the proof and I'll die just
dealt Him that's my man with the asteroid belt They catch a fizz from the Mr. Doodle big He rocks a tee from the Crooklyn non pigs The rebirth of slick
[Intro/Chorus: Paris] Is it a, coincidence that we ain't taught truth A, coincidence that they target the youth A, coincidence everything is the same
[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
(Hard truth soldier radio) Brothers and sisters, this is not a test I've been asked by Public Enemy leader Chuck D To make this emergency announcement
[Chuck D: x4 repeat in the background] Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop hits [Paris] Yes, live, real rap's back again You in tune to the real, Hard Truth Soldier
hearin the rhymes that I'm givin' 'em combined with the rythmn designed to expose the sins all in it's the master plan until the curse is reversed I'm sayin, rebirth
[Paris] Take it back to the days when we raised us up 'Fore coward-ass rap made the game corrupt P-Dog in the cut back to bring the pain Puttin wood on
Paris] Because a (Nation of Millions) is fearin the (Black) When we (Bumrush the Show) (The Enemy Strike Back) With mo' game than the music and our message attract (Revolverlution) and (Rebirth