(Lee Majors)
This is....a Bush Babee... Exclusive ya'll
De La, Bush Babees, yeah, yeah, check it!
(Mos Def)
Comin' wit it, comin' wit it
Comin', comin', comin', comin' 'wit it
I been all around the world and back again
All I want is piece of mind
I been all around the world and back again
All I want is piece of mind
Love, love, and we don't stop!
Love, love everybody!
Love, love! Love! Love! Love!
Please, everybody
(Lee Majors)
Hip hop's last desciple
Your rhymes are tampered wit' like the bible
My ill recitle, marks the genesis
The nemesis flows malicious
On Schindlers lists's with astericks's
The ficticious, I get suspicious. He's born vicious
For the list'ners.....I'm complex
R&B singers love to show off they bird chest
Shirtless, and worthless
Respect a truer living
My tax dollars run your whole filthy religion
It gets sick when I catch 'em slippin'
They frontin' hard. Bring your crew son
Laced up wit' words from god
It's Lee Major!
I snatch the earth, and make the world believe
C'mon now!
Ya'll fuckin' with these super MC's. So please
David Merse, I'll make your crew disperse
Word is born. Pot holes, I'll stomp a cannon in your lawn
Sing along! It's that same old song
You ain't tough to step up
In native toungues I'll have to call that bluff
This is....a Bush Babee... Exclusive ya'll
De La, Bush Babees, yeah, yeah, check it!
(Mos Def)
Comin' wit it, comin' wit it
Comin', comin', comin', comin' 'wit it
I been all around the world and back again
All I want is piece of mind
I been all around the world and back again
All I want is piece of mind
Love, love, and we don't stop!
Love, love everybody!
Love, love! Love! Love! Love!
Please, everybody
(Lee Majors)
Hip hop's last desciple
Your rhymes are tampered wit' like the bible
My ill recitle, marks the genesis
The nemesis flows malicious
On Schindlers lists's with astericks's
The ficticious, I get suspicious. He's born vicious
For the list'ners.....I'm complex
R&B singers love to show off they bird chest
Shirtless, and worthless
Respect a truer living
My tax dollars run your whole filthy religion
It gets sick when I catch 'em slippin'
They frontin' hard. Bring your crew son
Laced up wit' words from god
It's Lee Major!
I snatch the earth, and make the world believe
C'mon now!
Ya'll fuckin' with these super MC's. So please
David Merse, I'll make your crew disperse
Word is born. Pot holes, I'll stomp a cannon in your lawn
Sing along! It's that same old song
You ain't tough to step up
In native toungues I'll have to call that bluff
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