X-Files

Truly, I say truly

Truly, Truly

Well if Jesus is your Lord

Then Praise your God

And if Islams's your Thing-

Allah U Akbar

And If you represent the 6 pointed star

Well, then my Hebs back home told me say Shalom

I put grooves in the mix

I make moves like the Knicks

I'll take ya strait up the lane

And block you out the frame

Then I freez it

Believes it

You needs it like heroin

Before you git your fight on

Kid, get your stare on

Here come the Don Dada

Makin' ghettos red hotter

I drop the boom bada

Like Jake LaMatta

I can single you out

And isolate you like Mato

I'm undefeted like Rocky Marciano

I hit you right below the belt

Now you singin' Saprano

Talk what ya talk

Still you dont know what I know

Something for ass

Something for cash

Some do the knowledge

Some do the math

Some stick to the road

Some stray from the path

Some do the knowlege

Some do the math

Now East Coast- West Coast

Wonderin' what's the beef

It's goin down rough

Like swallowin teeth

I say word to Din Lizzy

kid, I get busy

And I'll knock all of ya'll

Off this wonder wall

Cause on a daily basis

I rock like Oasis

Quick to be your style

From a Fetus to a child

I kill 14 billion cells

Fuffin L's

Stompin devils on all 9 levels of L

check the transmission

Hear the transition

Observe the technition

In fly night vision

you high-light reels

I lace my drug deals

As you skim and check feels

Off chics in high heels

It's all bright and sunny

When your holdin big money

My Sonics got youth

As my mud got honey

I can be the king of grunge

If I blow my spunge away

there's a little black spot on the sun today

Which I dont care if my souls are dead

so come on and feel the sting of the true pain king

Something for ass

Something for cash

Some do the knowledge

Some do the math

Some stick to the road

Some stray from the path

Some do the knowlege

Some do the math

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