Man Undercover
Yeah, yeah
Gon' keep that spectacular, free shit
Knowhatimean?
Put a condom in ya ear, I'm bout to make love to it
[Pop Da Brown Hornet]
I'm not sure, no more, constant war
What's it all for? Everybody out here poor
Niggas cuttin throat, got crack heads sellin soap
Little shorties down the block, pushin dope and coke
Try and make it out the ghetto, where you gon run to
Oh I see he got you, exactly where he wants you
In the projects, doin fucked up things
Like sellin crack, it's like my whole family fiends
If it ain't one thing, it's bound t
I Hate It Too
Morning gray ignites a twisted mess of foreign shapes and sounds,
I wish the ceiling was the ground.
I'll send you flowers made of silent tiny pieces of the sun
to help me make up for this one.
While you send me tidal waves of love when you're alone
and I can't remember what you do
to find a way to turn the signal back to heaven sounding blue
and bring me faithful back to you.
And she don't hold me right,
she's never going to get me there.
And she don't hold me right,
she's never going to get me there, not tonight.
If we break off gently in slow motion spinning outward into space,
my hand, always firm and gently at the wheel,
I discreetly hold my face.
And I need you to give it meaning,
I need you to share the view or it becomes a time for me to love myself
like every other thing I do.
And she don't hold me right,
she's never going to get me there.
And she don't hold me right,
she's never going to get me there, not tonight.