Nobody's Heart (Belongs To Me)
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong thats just for us
Niggas aint gotta get all dressed up and be hollywood
Nawmean?
Where do niggas go when we die?
Aint no heaven for a thug nigga
Thats why we go to thug mansion
Thats the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G
At thug mansion
A place to spend my quiet nights
Time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine
I cry at times
I once contemplated suicide
And woulda tried
Organic Machine
We've got mounds of sounds
so buy them by the pounds or ounces
Countless
are the pistons in this
underweight V-8
With a force like a tornado
We're greater than the sum of our parts,
AAAAAHHHHHH,
it starts
We arise from the peat moss
The inconceivable rapper brings
the Special to the metal
And the artist,
formerly known as Curious
Gave birth to J Guevara,
the wierd scientist
Dig the recital,
it had to be that our
anatomy
was vital
The skinnee apparatus
brings the ivy to the lattice
And the bigguns are enraptured
by the people with thenconch
The melodic symbiotic
like the Geefel to the Gonk
Animal or mineral or something in between
The organic machine
We've got mounds
of sounds
so buy them by the pounds or ounces
Countless
are the pistons
in this underweight
V-8
With a force like a tornado
We're greater than the sum of our parts,
AAAAAHHHHHH, it starts
Hold up,
let me just make this comment
We be universal like Haley's Comet
From our birth
in the cradle of the earth
Where we spread civilization cross
the nation bringing life to the dead
through poetry
from zero gravity to subterranean
The rhyme in my mind
to the brain in your cranium
This one's for my people's
who come straight from the womb
With a box full of rocks
and a bag full of boom
Animal or mineral or something in between
The organic machine
Stumpy, J Guevara, Mel and Special J
Spice, Andy Action, Eddie Eyeball, A-Mays
Stumpy, J Guevara, Mel and Special J
Spice, Andy Action, Eddie Eyeball, A-Mays
Stumpy, J Guevara, Mel and Special J
Spice, Andy Action, Eddie Eyeball, A-Mays
Stumpy, J Guevara, Mel and Special J
Spice, Andy Action, Eddie Eyeball, A-Mays
We've got vines of rhymes,
we got roots of beats
We got kegs of pegs
over magma heat
We've got engineers
and their instruments
blessed with
supernatural intelligence
We've got hammers,
spanners,
springs
and coils
Through 'em all into a pot
and bring it up to a boil
So come down Skinnee crew
Time to get the job done
We don't need a holy grail,
cause we've already got one.
Animal or mineral
or something in between
The organic machine