it is, yes it is It's all wrapped up in you and I And it is, yes it is, The universe is here tonight (Chorus) And it is, and it is, and it is
tomahawk One thing I love is sex discussions and armor talk Who got all the CEOs disputin'? And my clipse niggas fussin' and shootin'? Yo, it's that same nigga It
now dead is your mental state If you didn't know before, guess you know now! (It's Show & A.G. and this is how it's going down) (Repeat 2x) It's
And the Writer of Writers, J.R {Hook} [J.R. Writer] {Cam Still talking} This is how we roll (roll) {We about to set this shit off} This is how we flow
I'll keep it in my oven 'Til it's good and hot Keep on stirring til it hits the spot Because i'm... Big, blonde and beautiful And Edna girl, you
of the omnivore's eye That is I And when sunlight shines off my throat We call it the solarflex larynx lorax smoke For the trees This is real life, and
extraordinarily curious creature and I know it, how bohemian! Shush for the poet, nah fuck that! Let's go to the loo, like animals two by two, and what was it
train We've traveled through space and time, my friends To rock this house again, rock We ride and we ride and we'll never subside And we'll ride 'til the planets collide And
miracle snakes, how I skip through the states And the crispiest Apes, all my whips up to date See this pistol and 8, It'll sit you is space You won't
'em a sip It ain't because they don't deserve it It's cause they love Kurupt and love how Kurupt be swervin' And if Kurupt make 'em bounce Indeed, I
?c?cno, just nod and say "okay" And before I knew it, I got shoved in line Marchin' south in single file, and countin' off in time Chorus: (so, and
"It is the year 2387 Man has relieved an overcrowded Earth By the establishment of planetary colonies In other star systems of the milky way galaxy The
Desmond; it's Hog-eye! (NORMA looks up. Up in the flies, balanced on the walkway, is a quite elderly ELECTRICIAN.) NORMA Hog-eye! Well, hello! HOG-
I pass is old Everything I touch is gold Now I see the world unfold I can drive, I can drive Yes, it's a steal Nothing that you see is real Get yourself
the papers And with a staggering tone, he exclaims, "It's not easy being me, taking all the blame." Well try and avoid the cracks next time, sonny, and
drugs to keep it up Well I know which way the money goes Up and down the city road In and out we reap and sow Rewards I've lost and never known Which
best thing I'm ever going to have So take my hand and carry on and on and on Ain't no mistaking, this is taking and raping I'm sick and tired from dreams
Cryogenic lover Cause nobody's gonna know The body's the tomb to the soul You're born and you die, you grow old And that's just the way that it goes
