Umm, my throat muscles Are completely shredded You tell no one 'Bout Barney Leaning on you Dirty pictures False faces Bloody wallet Ripped out your
Prevod: De La Soul. Omaka.
a strobe While you froze panicin' Went from man to maniquin We them peaceful rap stars That can still jab ya in ya face Leave ya shit redder than Mars The sauce
, get busy, you know it I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin' jerk Gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin' jack I ain't gonna work for no soul suckin
Special people all the time Special people on my mind Special people brown and white Special people getting all uptight Special people kiss my soul Special
(Diet) Grapefruit diet, might seem a little severe (Diet) Grapefruit diet, I'm gettin' tired of my big fat rear, blow, fatty (Diet) Well, I used to live on chocolate sauce
's why I'm hear to say We won't eat prunes again Won't eat prunes again No no Yeah Eat the new sauce Same as the old sauce
Yeah, as a kid growin' up in Brooklyn My pops was a DJ, he had a bunch of records Funk, jazz, rhythm and blues, soul, you know what I'm sayin'? There
odds Competition stops breathing? I'm a possible cause [Chorus] [Verse 4] The illusion is lifted, the mist of this life with shifted dimensions for the demented souls
ne Dwamn Who keeps it sizzling Who keeps it hot Who Einstien Huh what Tech n9ne Dwamn K c mo roll K c mo roll [2nd verse] Everybody witness My soul
tourmented by mine Dodgin the [tech 4x N9ne 4x] Now here's a message Liberace may Chocolatate' take em I'ma rock na Playa, nigga fuck what I say Throw ya souls
the (tech 4x N9ne 4x) Now here's a message Libedate may Chocolatate' take em I'ma rock na Playa, nigga fuck what I say Throw ya souls in the air like
4x N9ne 4x) Now here's a message Liberace may Chocolatate' take 'em I'ma rock na Playa, do the fuck what I say Throw ya souls in the air like
alley Tormented by mine Dodging the tech n9ne Now here's the message Liberate me Chocolata tay Imma rock Not play Do the fuck what I say Throw your souls
the blunt, Get it up in the gut, put 'em up in the cut, I'm stick 'em and rip 'em, I'm dippin' 'em in hot sauce, Legs and arms, A little bit of Agent
's love mics, tough like dirt bikes You get frantic New York City, run and panic California, I switch up, boogie on ya Like Don Cornelius, on soul train
nigga sauce, da kind u put on spagetti. ima kicc bacc nigga but im armed n deadly n im shootin dem gangsta meldies thru ur heart n soul known to putta
