Northener & Smooth | Tuesday, December 26, 2000 - 09:25 pm Yo AKA HONIC; if you think you can test us in freestyling try to beat this. Some folks just spit it out Really don't give a Just because it takes me a week For a tapes creation Dosent mean it lacks inserity Or innovation I guess it do sound different Than the last and thats the point Time to blast off this earth Give birth to abstractions of a man Dwelling in this hellafied junkyard Leaving you punks Scared and banned >From this underground tape lash Take my hand Talking about a wack fucker raps Is far from this land I spaned my laps To a grandfather of time As far as i can But time waits for no man Nothings gonna change If me and you dont change Somebodys gonna have two move up Step up to the game Te fiddler's being played By the pigs and the wolf is hungry Bacons fried Puling the wolves over your eye So we should reach Deep Deep Deep down Extract all the weeds Dont be clowns We can make fullusivly beats now |