Besedila:
Children Of The Corn Don T Sleep

enough said [Cam'ron:] Aiyo, check it out It ain't no fool in rappin Nigga play me, pull out the tool and clap him I don't care if the kid's quadruple

I don't walked in the street, with so much raw in my sneaks God dam, got home and had corns on my feet I see the Lord when I sleep and often He speaks

fuck speakin' ain't part of my crew Face look to brand new, who? Niggas ain't even aloud to send my pass through Can't chill on corner can't go up in

Don't go to them, let em come to you, and work the angles Don't sleep on, I leave your knee torn, like sehorn Liquid mc storm, like children of the corn

Don't go to them, let em come to you, and work the angles [defari] Don't sleep on, I leave your knee torn, like sehorn Liquid mc storm, like children

speakinm ain't part of my crew Face look to brand new, who? Niggas ain't even aloud to send my pass through Can't chill on corner can't go up in my bull

method in this game they'll have you drained and strangles Don't go to them, let em come to you, and work the angles [Defari] Don't sleep on, I leave

had to remind herself They called her Safronia the unwanted seed Blood still blue in her vein and still red when she bleeds (Don't, don't, don't hurt

time nigga?) Yeah, it's time man (aight nigga, begin) Yeah, straight out the fuckin dungeons of rap Where fake niggaz don't make it back I don't know