Ah, I can't sleep again tonight Because you exist, because I was raped by you Why do you believe their voices? Ah, I won't be able to sleep again tomorrow
Opening Song Angely i demony kruzhili nado mnoj Razbivali ternii i zvyozdnye puti* Ne znaet schast'ya tol'ko tot, Kto ego zova ponyat' ne smog...
while Nas saves his hood from the most Cowardest rappers He held a mass appeal and a little boy smile Depressed has a complex his mouth was foul You
Prada A nigga like jungle to always come through Shine in yo hood whenever the fuck you want to 'Cause I'ma B R A V E H E A R T from Q B Put 'em up
Can't Understand my city's under siege F-a-c-e-M-o-b screamin 'cause i mean it Till these muthafuckas bury me 37-40 pull dat pistol packin gun slangin
Mikey woke us up when he beeped us Said he found some dope, not only dope but it was cheapest Gave me the numbers, I said "Yo B My nigga Mike done found
Smooth (Smooth) Beyond the (Beyond the) Automatic, systematic (Automatic) Complex (Just ease it in) The feelings right The music is tight (The music
we love the cash No coke, then get some more Niggas say, "Oh my Lord" Niggaz don't know 'bout my game They don't know how complex it is Baggin' bitches
see SOME speaker's on the podium, hit you with the sodium Go up in equipped without petroleum But I'm a +Project Blowedian+ More complex than your
rhyme, flow They just too slow, if you keepin' in time, let's go That b-boy thang, how long you think we gonna hang? I don't know My style is complex
find none worse than this Chewin' motherfuckers up like a Hershey Kiss Put to sleep, lovin' the lyrics, I leave in the minds of each Rough when flex, too complex
then ------- or before some penetration with Kid and Supreme conceited for the fact that all these people around town with blown heads got depleted by me and Ill B
play my b*tches cuz I got game That?s why you pay my b*tches (Yaay) Same hustle no mannie Im just hip hop they like two bunnies who run it, b*tch nigga
her throw at the chick like my name is Tech N9ne Bitch! When I said it she went balestic meaning she was wid it and loving my complex rhyme shit I had
actin', I'm rubbin' on the back And MC's is slack and your groups sound wack Where'd you turn B? Nobody burn me Style get complex, why you concerned B
riiide? In the backseat, of a caddy Chop it up, with do or die Verse one: belo Seven double oh p.m. Fly low to them hoes in the b-m Sippin
creek without a funk oar Now certified wise gotta hold o ya We got the whole lot o cop and magnolia We're the fresh B-boys in Nike and Adidas We're
american cultures. our nations share many common roots and if we open our doors we will b The new hope for this complex world. it's simply a matter of
