it Couldn't write it or spit it 'cause they couldn't fuck with it Then the Puff shit happened, the whole shit shifted Tribute to Biggie, God bless your spirit
the Kerouac cat Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction In my alley around the corner There's a wino with feathered shoulders And a spirit giving head
she's a very kinky girl the kind you don't take home to mother she will never let your spirits down once you get her off the streets she likes the boys
Say what? Say what? Say what? I be that short temper, hostile rhyme bringer Lifestyle gone wild, similar to rock singer Check me on the big screen, livin
got killed But I am livin' still I was a dam builder across a river deep and wide Where steel and water did collide A place called Boulder on the wild
light And they dance like spirits in the night (all night), in the night (all night) Oh, you don't know what they can do to you Spirits in the night
nothing to lose woman come here to me If it is lust and desire you choose I'll set your spirit free [Chorus] Live in the moment passions run wild
'm standing here Wisdom came only after you'd gone Now I'm starting all over, with a tear in my eye I just never thought you'd disappear In the night, your spirit
just babies, man We're just babies, we're just babies, man Every man's a planet and the props are there to get it Insects roll together with the spirit
Yo I guard everything within the limits of my post My orders is to smoke you if you get to close The whole globe scared of my flow, spirit world scared
(Straight hip hop) And we's committed (For life, a for life) So feel this one-two S and M come the realist In the wild witching hour when the sun sets
, it's obvious Heal like the hands of a medicine man Decon feathers Flesh on bone Real vendettas Steal cantines, at least two roam on wild plain For my
with the flow from the sentence Engine powered by five hundred horses Press by a threat of joint forces For emcee's who spit rap to cause beef 'Cause they depend on wild
sheet, jump on the jame with with 36 peak Beat up the beat, overload rap treat mix Cape in the wind like the John Wu flix Now, take the spirit, crash
freestyle pop lock shit Back to the basics with the fuck a cop shit Rock pussies rap on some pop shit, sing like they rap Soft and frail, these spirits
no return On the mic you know I burn baby {*inhales*} With your beats you know you have no respect Kids haven't walked wild since "go stet"
I'm still seein noise Push the big boy toys that fly by like zooms So I sit and (?) like a bitch, Lox in Cancun Up in daddios fuckin wild hoes, the groupy
Uhh, they don't wanna battle They ain't ready for the battle, uh-uh, uh-uh temple of hip-hop Listen, listen, listen Your spirit ain't ready, your church