Proposal 139 (Q1878): Difference between revisions

The waterproof MC, you aint wettin me You need to stop rappin and start robbin banks like Steady B Cause see, no matter how much green you make Youll never taste the avocado, just another broke Versace model Tiger Woods aint even up to par in the game of survival Thats why Im in yall Cristal bottles Drink Listerine, brush my teeth with amphetamine So I can sound fresh and say dope things in between Three strikes to five mics (forever snortin) I want a woman with the body of a and a personality like Lauryn Cant even say I didnt know Cause while we wanna be N.W.A. they create the N.W.O How many years (fo mo), so them fake John Gottis Aint got no Maseratis, I be at the party sippin hot toddies My bumps in Arabic, out Audis in Saudi Im thuggish ruggish to the bone And Im gonna diss everybody, and Im gonna diss everybody You want the truth, cant handle the truth You want Lexus moonroof, Hennessy 80 proof Scared to death, playin the game of life Soul on ice You want the truth, cant handle the truth You want Lexus moonroof, Hennessy 80 proof Scared to death, playin the game of life Soul on ice I keep the afterparty swervin, not quite like Michael Irvin Edumacating urban youth, like it or not These soliloquies explain our peoples lack of stability You keepin it real, but aint got a clue what reality really be See the diameter of your knowledge is the circumference of your activity Me, I knew the deal before Babyface went solo, baggin dime pieces Stackin dividends and dressin in more linen than Yoko Ono But on the low doe, we fightin over the scraps Worshippin the almighty dollar, In God We Trust, look it over Now what pyramids got to do with the pilgrims or Jehovah? Novus Ordo Seclorum means New World Order Thats why I keep my friends close and my enemies closer We runnin around in thousand dollar clown suits Better get some boots when Lucifer turn your city to Beirut You want the truth, cant handle the truth You want Lexus moonroof, Hennessy 80 proof Scared to death, playin the game of life Soul on ice You want the truth, cant handle the truth You want Lexus moonroof, Hennessy 80 proof Scared to death, playin the game of life Soul on ice Avoid one-time, got Lela Rochon callin my Jimmy sunshine Fifth floor of the Mondrian, so go head, fella, pop your Dom Im the man whose esophagus transform to a gat like Megatron Heres a sport unknown to Bob Costas, give it a name