Woorden:
Frank Black Fast Man

me to sleep You think I'm exaggerating, baby? That ain't nothing to me See me I'm gunning it just as fast as I can I'm a fast man I'm a fast man, oh

have not or have cake We got gas to get that straight We movin' at a fast rate, my last case I got bail My first one, man did indicted How I write it

cloth of the Kennedy's Frank Sinatra having dinner with the Genovese This is the genesis of a nemesis Mother America's not witnessing The Harlem renaissance birthed black

]: I got sacks for sale in the land of Hell, My enemies don't even get a chance to yell In the black seville, with my man Miguel Little beings wanna put

the brothers who smothered the mic They're frank with force, cause you know, kane comes off See me and the mic go together like neighbors And if that's too fast

I'm just tryna wave at the man, then he, turned her eyes black and blue with the wave of his hand, the Magic Man.. [Chorus] [Verse 2] (Malik Yousef) the magic man

white-on-yellow dacs. Four slender bones with rings and nails Endured the weight of a hard fast black rubber cigarette holder. I could just make out

Yo, when it comes to this mic device, you get ate Like the Gingerbread Man tryna cross the lake Or the Winchester, call my white son Lester Poindexter Tell 'em bring back the black

fuckin screwup Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up Choppin rocks overnight The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black Frank