X-Files Lyrics

Well if Jesus is your lord then praise your God
If Islam's your thing Allah U Akbar
And if you represent the six pointed star 
then my Heb's back home told me to say Shalom
I put grooves in the mix
I make moves like the Knicks
And take ya straight up the lane
I block out the frame
And then I freeze it, believe it
You need it like Heron
Before you get ya fight on kid get your stare on
Here come the Dondada making ghettos red hotta
I drop the boom bata like Jake Lamatta
I can single you out and isolate ya like Mono
I'm undefeated like Rocky Marciano
Hit ya right below the belt now ya singing saprano
Talk what ya talk still you don't know what I know 

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Some fiend for ass, some fiend for cash
Some do the knowledge, some do the math
Some stick to the road, some stray from the path
Some do the knowledge, some do the math

Now Eastcoast, Westcoast, money what's the beef
It's goin' down rough like swallowin' teeth
I say word to Thin Lizzy
Kid I gets busy
And I'll knock all of yall off this Wonderwall
'Cause on a daily basis, I rock like Oasis
Bit the Beatles style from a fetus to a child
I kill fourteen billion cells puffin' L's
Stompin' devils on all nine levels of Hell 
Check the transmission, hear the transition
Observe the technition, INFI Nightvision
Ya hot like reels, I lace my drug deals
As you scheme to check feels on chicks in high heels
It's all bright and sunny when ya holding big money
Buy my Sonic's got Youth, plus my Mud's got Honey
I can be the King of Grunge if I blows my sponge away 
Here's a little black spot on a sunny day 
But yall don't care if my soul's are dead
So come on and feel the sting from the true pain king!

CHORUS

Lyrics submitted by: mikE'97