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

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 Something for [bad word]  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