stairin' down on me right now show me the path So I know that havin' my people can close the gaps Me, daily I spar as I tour this world bizarre I've
shot, hit me with your best shot. Come on hit me with my best, Come on hit me with my best Come on hit me with my best Verse 1 [Bizarre]: Proof died
Whole lot of Whole lot of chumps turning hard on the radio The legends, go on back, my style is bizarre Whole lot of chumps turning hard on the radio
Edith Sitwell giving readings 14 Moscow Road Osbert's giving champagne parties Sachie's got a cold Gertrude's hanging pictures Alice making tea Me, I
out before the Po Po come bust the show Sobered up, knew it was beef, but over what? Been in the cut, escapin' these streets, they cold as fuck Tuck
You reach your goals in your comfy old rolls Or in one of your Mercedeses Far, very far off the beam are we Quaint and bizarre as a team are we Two
[Verse 1 - Bizarre:] Who died, what happened? Marshall stopped rappin' I guess that makes me the captain, hit the matress, pistol packin' sick assassin
he gonna do? You got niggas who said, "I'm out, I'm out the door this year" Fuck, all them niggas Fuck *Einstein* Nigga said me and Bizarre hate each
crypts and caves Oblivion denied All you see such a lie to behold Born through a cradle of time Stomach wrenching, sweat runs cold Pointless nightmares of bizarre
to the ghetto On that level, and that thorough, like a black hero And pack metal, so rap rebels, will back pedal The pharaoh of five boroughs, and take over the rap world Gettin' bizarre
Bob's Bizarre Bazaar Of Murder Every Part Of My Mind Set To Procreate Torture A Trail Of Mayhem Is The Path I Walk I'm A Birthmarked Psychopath With
the victims of carnal tragedy The humans ritual of love and adoration dense-waven history Sentiments decide existance, the artwork that I've bled Bizarre
the victims Of carnal tragedy The humans ritual of love and adoration Dense-woven history Sentiments decide existance, the artwork that I've bled Bizarre
no before she smoked my dime up I smoke with the Luniz out in the bay Before you get smoked, I ask who you with wit Jay It's bizarre, hyphen are ake
crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate I'm only nineteen but my mind is older And when the things get for real, my warm heart turns cold
ganja greens This car beam'll make your fuckin head shake like tambourines I pledge allegiance to the streets of the d And if you think you out cold,
t wanna be like you.. I don't wanna save the nation I just wanna live my life.. everyday a celebration One day i'ma leave this world.. I'm waitin for the revelation [bizarre
out before the po po come bust the show Sobered up, knew it was beef, but over what? Been in the cut, escapin' these streets, they cold as fuck Tuck