[featuring b real]
yo, we about to twist this s**t up right here
(as we cross over into a new millennium)
it might be
to strong for some
so I suggest you motherfuckers
buckle the f**k up
(see what Im saying?) - where you gonna hide?
rags to
rags, how does stone turn to static?
its tragic, drop em like a bad force of habit
not dramatic traumatic - got me turning in my
sleep
pencil pushin putos, motherfuck critiques
no defeat, compete, never sleep n never will
and just like "the real," Ive
entered my time to kill
climbing in the ring, Im gonna wear away my doubt
cause if I dug my own grave then I can dig myself
out
come on, come on
check it - check it - check it
takers, fakers, barrel bottom scrapers
separating family from those phony
money makers
papers, stuffed rolled and laced with a lesson
vapors graced so aftertaste is faced with a confession
end of session
blessin first impressions stessin thinking twice
and blaming my aggressions on some other worlds advice
so slice, split, splice and
pay the price that it brings
but I can stand on my own, I dont need your strings
Im not fuckin splitt
Im comin out swingin, so
heads be spinning
bring on the soup to keep the ear drums ringing
Im comin out swingin, with ties unstringing
splitting up the
frame for a whole new beginning
Im comin out swingin
Ive told too many lies, built too many walls
broken too many hearts, shed
too many tears
burned too many bridges, taken too many falls
buried too many friends, Ive buried too many fears
s***s pumpin,
bodys are jumpin
waiting for something or somebody
up in the party to get the head bumpin
split it up, hit it up-but get it
up
while I set it up, causing confusion, we wet it up
from the drum tracks, guitars strum and high strung
and fine tuned- the
time is soon so let it hum
from the power lung, the hour come to make it happen
over the bother some b*****s who wanna jack it
up
track it up, pick it up, you better stick it up
dope s**t all over the table, you gotta lick it up
[chorus]
Im comin out
swingin
Im comin out swingin
Im comin out- Im comin out.
m**********r... ha,ha,ha
splitt
family feuds and family
ties
now you can sewem shut but I see through your eyes
through the surface and through the lies
and through your ability to
hypnotize
now my road has spit and I can see no ends
Ive got angels wings mixed with plastic friends
I got two paths to choose
and I cant decide
too little, too late, two worlds divide
and our worlds divide
so better choose your side
split - and our
worlds divide
