for movement on the vast horizon Nobody know you, like those who mold you Like those who saw it all Like those who saw it all Like those you call family
take a liking to Psych I'm spiking you like a football Been this way since I've stood a foot tall Your'e a good catch with a shitty spouse Pretty mouth and a
Comin' through like pardon me, excuse me Smellin' like ooh-wee in a blue T, y'all know who I be Dub Sizzleen, eyes full of Visine Leanin' in a 745-LI
a liking to Psych Im spiking you like a football Been this way since Ive stood a foot tall Youre a good catch with a shitty spouse Got a pretty mouth and a
A, coincidence everything is the same That a message in the music ain't a part of the game A, coincidence that we livin a lie A, coincidence that we only
you know we reppin the cause Still a (Rebel) never needin a (Pause), I check drawers for balls [Chorus: Chuck D (singers)] Whatever it takes to make it hardcore! (Ridin with a
round like a Rhino The DJ cuts with a knife like a surgery Sayin that the slice aint nice that's perjury The music infiltrates you mutates you Grabs you holds you moulds you
naps [Verse 2] I twist 'em up like a tornado Turned tasmanian Crack a cranium Devlish like that evil motherfucker Damian Cuttin loose I'm startin funk like Fox
baby down for whateva She gangsta like Lil'Kim, Sexy like Alicia Keys Funny like Sommore baby cooler than a summer breeze Man I swear my baby cuter than a teddy bear Nobody
me and you will be cruel Even though it doesn't seem like a lot, it is So don't be thinkin' negative, I know just how you feel When you got time to kill
a year In the light of an analytical political mind Hard line hard line after hard line And like a runaway, runaway slave With a taste of the freedom I don't know
your life I said,"Don't you know you can't have both" I said,"Don't you know you can't have both" I said,"Don't you know you can't have both" Stop acting
speech But now you want try to control the way that I speak And O'Reilly you think that you a patriot? You ain't nothing but a motherfuckin racist bitch
money up You're movin a little somethin, but you ain't done enough Fo' shizzle - you know the boss gonna want a cut Yeahhhhhh - or the boss gon' have ta fuck you
You didn't know I like crocodile boots And 'gator suits, The biggest willies, Got to fill me. Huh, I like the hot wheels, you got a fast car, Like Tracy
you-- --who's the real divine? -- --you like that-- --freddie foxxx-- --let me tell you-- [verse one] I be all in you like you disrespected space in
