Disc Jockey John will bring you something new in modern music: Modern jazz. Drums? Dig some of the wonderful things. Bass? The Band? Dig some of the wonderful things.

I mean you jcould just take your emotions and describe how you feel.. deeply. whether you call it that or not. because you have to reach out of physical things to describe anything... deeply. tell me how you feel i found myself in the middle of spiritual guidance... deeply.

Ihre vereinfachten Weltanschauungen basieren nur auf drei Sachen: Manipulation, Ausbeutung und Egoismus. Aber Schwarzmaler können uns nix weismachen, Untergrundterrorismus was brauchst du zum leben? Untergrundterrorismus Hiobs Botschaft was brauchst du zum leben? Untergrundterrorismus wohnhaft unter Kobras! komm ma mit ein' paffen ich bräucht ma n joint um die sache nüchtern zu betrachten

Remember when my first meal was school lunch Now I spit a 16 straight with no punch Remember all for dinner all we ate was Captain Crunch Now we blow big blunts on the way to brunch Went from good fella to commissary slips Now I got back up man every time I slipped Never ever quit, I just kept on pursuing Teacher always ask me, what was I doing Scribbled in my notebook and never did homework Low attention span, guess these Adderall worked Rocked Tommy Hil shirts, ones with the boat Rockport kicks way before we even smoked Used to have baby lungs, choking when I hit it Nowadays lace a whole seven in a sitting Remember back then we thought we growed up Rushing at a kid just to be grown up Rushing at a kid just to be grown up Whoever thought I'd be the greatest growing up I can eat a pound and shit sixty four quarters Burn up fire and drown drops of water Son, I told you I got them beans like Goya Gone off them pills got me jumping off the sofa Hotter than a Hot Pocket out the devil microwave Model bitches begging just be a nigga's sex slave Exotic foreign garments lookin' tailor made And when these bitches see me man they wetter than the everglades Everyday same shit, me getting paid Waking up, new bitch, it's me getting laid Used to take bottle back, waitress bring the bottle back Now they see me shining and they looking like a Sour Patch Nigga catch a heart attack, Newport soft pack never blow blunt wraps But these blunt raps sewn up Whoever thought I'd be the greatest growing up Rushing at a kid just to be grown up Whoever thought I'd be the greatest growing up