How about you, my new favorite thing I hardly know, don't know you very well I really hope that this summer you will change your pursuit I don't mind,
The life of the Vulture is one long sick joke He hangs around waiting for something to croak And then picks the carcass right down to the bone Reminds
On a chilly evening in the act of keeping warm Intuition told the prince of some impending harm And so he told his men what he had learned Using slickly
Right up in here, is the sweet spot Stay right up in here, and don't bend unda pre'sure Is that what it is? The cake will do Uhh, uhh, uhh, the cake
Who is it? There comes a time Last of the red hot, lovin' emcees Who came up poor, grits and government cheese The only thing I ever really loved in
[Black Thought] Slow down when you're hitting them corners Fuck around, spill this 'gnac on my two hundred dollar suit (stop being a backseat driver man
This is a game, I'm your specimen This is a game, I'm your specimen This is a game, I'm your specimen This is a game, I'm your specimen You've got to
[Intro / Chorus: John-John: repeat 2X] Turn up the boombox, put on your hightops Come on outside, today's gon' be the day we Start livin in the new worrrld
It don't feel right, it don't feel right I don't feel, I don't feel, I can't feel it no more It don't feel right, it don't feel right I don't feel, I
[Chorus 2X] He said yeah You better come out with your hands up We got you surrounded I'm in the back Changin my outfit He said blink We gonna send the
[Black Thought] Yeah, I'm from the illest part of the Western Hemisphere So if you into sight seein don't visit there It's somewhere between Jersey and
Stand up, stretch for the stars Get somebody else involved right next to ya Y'all elected me to keep it so fresh for ya Just cause I make it possible
[Chorus] Oooh It's been a long time Since I been back around the way It's been a long time Let it spin let spin let it spin Since I been back around your
As I wait for atonement Trapped in the heat of the moment Feelin' like I can't control it As I wait for atonement Trapped in the heat of the moment
America's lost somewhere inside of Littleton Eleven million children are on Ritalin That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin' False media, we
[Black Thought] Yeah, sitting in the staircase, holding back tears Looking over mad years worth of photographs Pictures of some places I ain't never going
You wait for death to happen, you looked up bloody wrecks you con the elderly feeblos up out they pension checks you kick 'em when they?re down, you tell
Say boys and girls don't you want to have fun Why bother to walk when you'd rather run Why bother with books when you've got a gun Come fly with me