Please could you stay awhile to share my grief For its such a lovely day To have to always feel this way And the time that I will suffer less Is when
the groove party People come see me 'Cause I been beatboxing since 1983 I'm gonna make your spine wine Make your mind shine too I'm emitting nine lives of fine vibes to you Everybody say "Kid
Sometimes dark can set across the sky Sometimes the sun can disappear in the blink of a new day eye I hold the fear of being here alone Cause with
, it'll scare you While it surely seem like the king life seem glamorous As seen through the eyes of untrained amateurs Because the camera doesn't see beyond
caller ID? Guess I should be happy for you For your success and all that But your fame ain't got nothing for us I supported you, kid, back when no one
aftermath's wicked Brass gets evicted Can't put your strap back in your waist Another crew shot Cause your barrel's too hot You did it kid The
youngest disciple Tell the judge if he throw the book at me, make it the Bible Start calling myself the king for lack of a better title Loyal beyond
Smokin' so much weed I'm better off alone In my own zone, in my own zone Im so gone never the less I can't disappear the stress My lifes way beyond,
fur Baby how I dream of being free since my birth Cursed but the demons I confronted would disperse Have you ever heard of some shit so real Beyond from
shake it Whassup now? Whassup now? Whassup now? Whassup now? Whassup now? Yo Red, c'mon, get back to the track man I wanna get out of here Yo kid chill
Glamour life style baby, bottle the rocks Lose the ice, 100 mil kid, money, money, money, mo Platinum status, yeah, what up, what up? Stick around Yo
Synthetic flows, they gonna make you get up Give me any record and I'll flip it any style Niggaz can't help it, cause they bumpin' the shit loud Whasup kid
, I'm beginning to feel like I don't think anyone's real Faced with a dilemma, I can be Dalai Llama And be calm or bring drama a step beyond a Jeffrey
shit's gon' be rated R, restricted You see this bullet hole in my neck? It's self inflicted Doctor slapped my momma, "Bitch you got a sick kid" Arrested
hope y'all believe I'm just like you, fear nuttin human that bleeds My mind breed two movies, six ab-lums, a hundred poems Thirty RandB joints, I'm beyond
[Verse One: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, assorted flavor Clarks No doubt The beer champ Yeah, curly head kid Yo, yo, yo From Gators to blazers, low fades
gagged and bound, kept the whole town Shocked, with they doors locked, fire arms cocked Major roads blocked, no one knows when he knocks As a kid he
Y'all niggas is fembots We bend blocks with big shots And kill your little homey like Kid Rock's I kid you not, kick rocks or kick box And like a one
