(Boon):
I used to kick it with a lot of kids
that spoke about the basics
It got us no where, come on, let's face it
I'd rather kick it with the ones in advanced placement
On another level
Above the basement
And now they say home is where you make it
Its shake and bake kid, but I bet you help
And now I never had money weigh down my belt
But that's no reason to raise a voice and yell
It'll get better even when the sun rises in the worst weather
Keep your head up brother
and I can always tell you one thing;
It could always be worse when your phone don't ring
Now you heard about your home boy that was rolling in a hearse;
At the end of the day it could always be worse; yeah
it could always be worse ... it could always be worse
(Oh I was low, at times, oh I was high, I was low)
(2BIT):
I'm looking for a single way out of the loop
Never comprehending the rest of the men in the troop
Missing like an ice cream missing a scoop
2 by a couple pigeons that was flying the coop, ah
Whatever seperates men from the dudes
that was single file in line before you
The unemployment style still annoying
to the rest of these people that was still destroying
Rap battle plus habitats
Everybody else in here, they grab the scratches
A little bit of something greater
than the bombs that was dropped on Pearl Harbor and Grenada
It was nutty from the get go
Split your head wide
Everybody that would say they bedstuy
crew was better than the kids on the West Coast
It's still nutty as fuck
But they go (go) down quickly
Everybody else involved still can't spit these - flows
Equally matched with rhymes that was still killing them
was steady intact, and that's that
(Oh I was low, at times, oh I was high, I was low)
(Osc):
Broken Arrow in your bone marrow
Covered in magpies, the lone scarecrow
So terrible, no one ever cared to hear it,
Fire dance, were wolf spirit
Let it go,
like the ones waiting on a new single from Mystikal
DANGER! Watch yourself! Show me what you're working with!
Figaro! You know we serving 'em
Permanent (Sure it is); Guaranteed for life
Psychiatry of the sword, therapy of the knife
Rife with heresy, sex, drugs, and rock & roll
Drop it low, dirty hip-hop for charity
The flock has flown now I just watch her stare at me
She's on the honor roll at my academy
Fighting with her sister over me just like Jerry Springer
and just like every scenester, she got an attitude
Faster food ground up through a plastic tube
Black and blue, they're all gonna laugh at you
hunting for the duckets, its time to stack a few,
WWSD like what Shaq would do
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