It's Overtime



So The Lyric



They Fear It



When They Hear It



The Flow



100 Miles And Runnin



Get Near It



And Go



Check It Out



Go



To The Race



Give The Drummer A Taste



The Bass Iz Commin Commin



Suckas Runnin From It



Damn Why You Call Him



The Man



Here I Am Scramm



Never Ran



Never Fight The Black



From Iraq



Or Iran



Who Bombed Japan



Blood On His Hands



Part Of A Plan



He Don't Really Believe



In Uhh! God Damn




If It Comes Down To Shuttin



Them Down



I'm In The Hood Surrounded



Tell Em I'm Grounded



I'm On That Psycho Analytical



Tip If Politics Iz Stickin To



The Mix



Like Tricks



I'm One More Time Givin Time



Where The Rhyme Go



Elite To The Street



To The Brothas Doin Death Row



So Where Ya At



If The Beat Ain't Fat



Say What




C'mon



And Get Some



Rattle Rattle



Kiss And I Hum



Come Can You



Get It On The One



C'mon Pick It Up



Pick It At



Pack It At



Pack It Up



To The Black



Who Be Talkin



Where They At



Where They At



Wicked Wild



Feelin Irie



Not Sorry



Get It See It Written Down In A Diary



Same Say Fuck All Dat



Political Shit



But Wanna Get Paid When



Their Brains In The Second Grade




Nowhere To Run/here They Come Come



Nowhere To Run/here They Come Come




I'm A Fan First



I Reverse Another Trick Verse



To The Point



Where I Can Rock Dis Funky Joint



In The Brain Game, I'm Keepin My Head Clear



In 33 Years So What



I Never Had A Beer



I Don't Know What I'm Missin



I'm Not Dissin



But I Know I Ain't Ass Kissin



Time To Draw The Line



This Time The Rhyme



Got Da Good Guy Goin Gettin Da Nine



Cause I Know The Hoody



Got It Good Wit The Hitman



Can I Get A Hitman



Know I'm Duckin Nat Quicksand



The Funky Automatic



Handlin Static



Sellin Out I Ain't Good At It



& When I Got Bumbed



I'm Gonna Open Up



Hitt Em Up Stone To Da Bone



But It Ain't Gotta Be Like That




And Thats That



Can U Tell Me Yall...what



All In Wit The Law



They Fall In



The Great White Hole Where They



Be Sellin Their Soul



Never Get Enough



They Be Talkin Dat Roughneck Shit



Be Comin They Quit



Fuck Dat Blood Iz Ticker



Than Water Shit



That Shit Iz Counterfeit



Devil Go Where Da Shoe Fit



Black Mans Law Iz Raw Like Africa



You Violate



Were Comin Aft