As the World Keeps Turning

And three times ya tightest track
Street sermon, these niggas are determined
Street sermon, these niggas are determined
Now that's three times your tightest flow
Walkin' the streets on my own, nigga get blown
Street sermon, these niggas are determined
I guess a nigga gettin' what he got
Street sermon, these niggas are determined
Thou shalt rest in grief who lay buried in the belt
But you was wrong, didn't know about the big long
Street sermon, these niggas are determined
Advil, Tylenol, Peptol, slept so long realized my world is wrong
I woke up with a stomach ache, headache, back ache
Street sermon, these niggas are determined
Let's take it back to the first side

Now you wanna bust, nigga, now you wanna kill, nigga
Street sermon, these niggas are determined
I deodirise the musty, ya rhymes are crusty, you can't bust G
You motherfuckin' clone, get off that nigga's style and get'cha own
To art in hell, where the next man dwells
My world is gone like disco, blowin' up Cisco in my Cammo
Are you gone bust or play bones?
As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
Protect ya arm, pitch from the funk
When me and my crew came bustin' through
I'm cooler than most, but I got the shorter temper
Shit is heavy like a medicine ball and broke niggas to smoke niggas
Street sermon, these niggas are determined

Where is on another level with two niggas that's on the same plateau
As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning

I heard a gun bustin' shots, down the block
A tar can of hos to lubricate my system quick
As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning

Me and my niggas like
Head-strong, nicknamed Dav from off the school yard

For the niggas that slept, they shoulda stayed in step
As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
So leave me alone I'm in the zone
All sorts of blushin's brew

I flow like CD's in the deck
Some niggas say that nigga Where is gone
As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
When you was a new jack and jockin' my new track
To a trick that didn't even care

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning

You wanna know what the hos used to do
But I'm low in the cut and gotta microphone
I'll fuck one for y'all, they made ya last phone call
I smoke on, I broke on till I spoke on
Nigga how ya feel? You can't try to be real
Underground till my brown eyed balls turned blue
'Cos she got a vice grip on the flow from my lips
And I'm cooler than foes that don't know how it goes
Shaky bitches off the dick
I'm out to glow a nigga roll if he think he Mr Cream
Three times is clever
It's Miscellanea and it's on again

Barely included work, leaves bodies scarred and hurt
Street sermon, these niggas are determined
As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
'Cos she was gettin fucked somewhere, you're stuck in there
Street sermon, these niggas are determined
Me, buckin' with my team is murder one
Street sermon, these niggas are determined

Come back on the scene and smoke a Phillie, G
Shit is for real

Standin' in back of me was my soul
Show me the one talkin' shit so I can drop a fool

Three times your fattest sack

Knowledge is urban-able, exhaust manifold
Moosh fools in the face that lack respect
I'm slow but equipped with the proper tools

I really dream of gettin' mine now let me tell you what's silly
This is for the bitches and niggas that wanna front

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
And kept ya big fuckin' mouth shut
With a teenage group I'm turnin' loots to tracks

Thinking of the easiest way to get a bank roll

Miscellanea packin' shows like Farrakhan