Hidden Track

[Sample] "In a world of our own" [Verse One] Look what just stormed up You just warm up I stay hotter than all you Gay Fockers I debate offers from briefcase poppers Who knew I'm the next shit? Prune juice I'm the next shit Up and coming, coming up A hundred miles and running, what? You heard that You backwards, give my words back Get your own, I hit ya home or close to I'm more postal Crazy mad at the price of stamps The baby dad put the pipe in [?] Slow quick, the sex healer Oh shit it's Legzilla [Hook] {x2} Wait Better hold the fuck up, breaks Better slow the fuck up, spectate If I show the fuck up, detonate 'Bout to blow the fuck up [Verse Two] Hear the tick tick, loud and clearly Rip shit now they fear me Like I'm a black planet I crack granite Iraq damage I'm half Spanish A white lie No more Mr. Nice Guy Old table, turning it No label's permanent I'm scaring ya name Press start to pause the game Leg Hart call on the gang Went along with it Nobody wanted my demo, I sent a bomb with it N.C Why is the package ticking? Randy Why is the Savage tripping? With his shirt off Quick to burst off John Hex's cursed offer or cursed out The opposite of the worst out [Hook] [Verse Three] True I'm hearing that I'll pull a disappearing act He's there then he leaves Burning a bag of antifreeze [?] I arm wrest the Anti-Christ The making of Over The Top I'm takin' over ya spot and I spend The anti-friend Cause friends are vultures trying to stop my Trendz Of Culture The crotch ripper Hate everybody, a Nazi nigga I'm anti-people and anti-febble This true shit fed up with this bullshit pressed up And the radio? So what? The radio's wack I hate the radio so much I won't go into Radioshack With pitiful dumb sounds And that Same Song While my Digital Underground flames on And bangs on Just hang on [Hook]