Home.
Master.
I'm just a little bit lost in it.
I'm just a little bit lost in it.
I'm just a little bit lost in it.
I'm just a little bit lost in it.
And if it was cool grease below zero up against the wall
behaving like De Niro.
Tricky performing taking his throne and making a stand with
his hand.
Touch it like toe pelt.
Smooth keeping
moving at the back now.
Free as a needle, he's moving through the
track now.
Dance to the dream as beats beneath new
sticks bounce around the vibes like acoustics.
No drugs or pharmaceuticals,
for the body is smooth
Stick with liquid,
me a trick weed,
drop a big orgy,
what I'm telling you is
Trouble and strife ain't essential in my life
Whilst girls get protection when they carry a knife
They shouldn't have been born,
for making me yawn
But I, to take it easy is to send them on
So come on love and fire and together we'll grow
Forever watch my AK rig go
Because my AK rig goes boom boom
My AK rig goes boom boom
Yeah,
rhyme in the chamber,
no we got the stamina Occasionally we don't get the time
But,
in the south of hand I'll keep ya distance
Races down the front seat gets the pleasure
In the distance,
welcome or please,
that you're welcome In the heat you don't see it but you
feel it when it's burning in the street
If I was rich man, I'd be a serious man
I've got the MCO standing in my space,
as in devious days
They call the rat race,
it's a concrete jungle,
evil in the town
We will squabble,
occasionally squabble But what happens when the bomb drops down
Don't make a sound,
yes,
cause the dance floor's a desert and the dance is a park
Should do a rain dance,
and your prayers still march
Now I have in my room to get a lot of that helium,
from over home to put the TV
Living in my headphone,
soon as water's heated,
well,
the sooner you boom,
the more you can sleep
I'm going to the world tonight,
I'm going to the deep jungle
I'm going
to the south side, in my space
Well, I'm a drinking kid, don't do this flatness
Can't be with the one I love,
I love the one that I miss
I'm buried down to earth,
my brain sits on top floor
Don't need another lover,
just need a music cure The weather is changing,
the storm's been shaking
The love that you take is equal to the
one you're making Here comes the sun,
little darling,
here comes the sun
It's alright,
yes,
drinking kid,
I check my situation Magginess,
maggin' at,
maggin' is inflation
But hip hop,
you don't stop,
cause I'm not sloppy I like the beat,
so we need another copy
We're natives of the massive territory and
we're proud Get peaceful in the desert,
that's the glory in the crowd
The problem ain't with different kind of skit and tricks
I love my money but I've been waiting for the yearling fix
So you're the hooligan,
trying to play the fool again Caught you in the lost and found,
when you're peace you know there's no
cry So you're going for your turn again