gonna do it like we all insane Pyromaniacs burn this bitch An' now you gonna learn whose turn this is Light your shit up, get up and move You bring the fire, I got mine
first told me when I took ya in You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!) You wanted to be a killer (New York Stand Up) You wanted to be the Champ! (Got your
told me when I took ya in You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!) You wanted to be a killer (New York Stand Up) You wanted to be the Champ! (Got your boy in
like a mitten Roars like a lion and when I stroke her kitten Versatile when the coke gets mine She got a positive style ain't had none in a while Party animal
Violent J] The Time has come for the blood to run into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long And like animals
The time has come for the blood To run into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long And like animals we kill each
Bob Marley Flow like oregano, nigga, you already know My competition's stiffer than Ronald Regan, let it go Befo' you be a motherfuckin' vegetable You scrap niggas too animated
of the century. But they scared of me rappers they don't compare to me. Fair to be said that he dares to be sincerely a rarity. Check the sound scan,
sho' look like fuck food to me) Now you see what I see The lady's mine, mine, mine, mine Mine Now you see what I see (Can you see?) The lady's mine, mine, mine, mine Mine
Rappers be feeding me on oscillatin' frequencies Speakin' about operatin' frequently With keys from Colombians and Dominicans You silly men, traitors, snakes and reptilians Niggas act like dumb animals
just the typical Waste matter my third eye expands my peripheral See I, only attack, savage animals Damage 'em, horizontally plus diagonal Ain't nothin' be
Make a nigga trade hard like I'm custom model Each one, teach one, we gonna lead, so follow Niggaz soft like avocado, trying to hold bravado My tips be
be you if you was this lyrical It could be her if she was this spiritual 'Cause me and Allah go back like cronies I don't got to be fake cause he is
Could you tell me who released our animal instinct? An' the white man sittin' there tickled pink Laughin' at us on the avenue Bustin' caps at each other
Tarzan cocaine clan in the area Gorillas in Louie hats, the more, the merrier Take mines, take a hunnid nines We be runnin out of rhymes, never bullets Try to front and you mines
on my tongue Pimp, I talk real slick, where the real ones go They don't make them like me no more Hustler, I'ma whole 'nother animal I'ma whole 'nother animal
first train out of O. the animated title sequence, indeed, featured a godzilla-size party girl rampaging through the streets, only to be felled by three