took, easy as pie American dream, take a slice, Americans lie Americans die every day, American mothers askin American God, why? american lo-fi Gimme a high five and it ain't easy
into hunger I'll turn this battle into war Sometimes I think I'm going under Don't know if I can take no more But then I turn them into hunger I'll turn this battle
, but you still ain't shh So don't try at those same style battle cry I rock the U-train, the routes that I battle by I listen to sister shit, it 'til
metronome MC's never pass the mic to the Foxxx, 'cause Once I bust a fat rhyme, you be a has was I beat you down on stage and when the battle's over
(? ? ), then the dog in the pound (? ? ), Then I'm goin out of town, for the law come around, So we can battle with raps, we can battle gats, Matter a fact we can battle
those age spots, still need a tuck or two, Beauty is wasted on children - they tease you, tease you, tease you. Keep on losing that battle, I've waged on gravity, Battle
they was lynched by the Grand Dragon Searching for my style like Job-Corps Coming home on work release shoplifting at the rap store But sabotaging me ain't easy
' niggaz out I'm makin' 'em stiff and fillin' 'em with [Incomprehensible] stuffin' Bloody, bloody, bloody, blood clot, [Incomprehensible] on your knot Left kids in the stack with the big hot, sixteen shot Duke listen
walk it off It aint easy I know sometimes its really hard Please believe me I know you see I'm battle scarred With my knees to the floor that how I battle
so next time I'm a use a Little more force to get the message across It's the D.O.C. on the boss Creating, demonstrate some realate to easy listening
bombs So check for more on your worldwide dot com CHORUS 1 CHORUS 2 [Misfit] {Red 1} So you can run but you can't hide {Battle cry, b-boys got the place
follow me I'll lead you to your destiny Walk into fire, my disciples Listen to me Children, just obey me And march on to the battle field Singing the
you at -- when I choose to chew through rhythms Makin bitches woof, like they had seven niggaz with em Mc's is sleazy, plus they styles is easy Fool take
stones! Feuilly Twenty rifles good as new. [Gavroche rushes in, shouting.] Gavroche Listen! Jean Prouvaire Double that in Port St. Cloud! Gavroche Listen
shouting) GAVROCHE Listen! JOLY Twenty rounds for every man! GAVROCHE Listen to me! JEAN PROUVAIRE Double that in Port St. Cloud! GAVROCHE Listen
Of being more intelligent than you looked I guess it's a good thing that God loves ugly Yo, remember when you asked me for some advice? [Verse] Come one, it's easy
modern man This goes out to that modern man This is the ode to the modern man It?s to the modern man lighting blend Word to the-e I?m a tad bit to easy