You've got another thing comin' Out there is a fortune waiting to be had If you think I'll sit around as the world goes by You're thinkin' like a fool 'cause it's a case of do or die If you think I'll let you go you're mad One life I'm gonna live it up

I'm going to give you a coming-out party, at your house. It's perfect. You can't refuse. It's my gift to you. It's your fantasy. Fantasia, having a party is not my idea of a fantasy, especially right now. The party isn't the fantasy! I know what you'd

Ooh woo, I'm a rebel just for kicks, now Might be over now, but I feel it still Is it coming? Let me kick it like it's 1986, now Am I coming out of left field? I been feeling it since 1966, now Might've had your fill, but you feel it still (Ooh woo, I'm

Have I been holding on too strong? Is it our heavy handed love Keeping us from moving on? I'm not ready to go tonight Maybe I'm coming off all wrong It's only getting harder Talking to you without falling down And this house keeps getting darker We used

We gonna come together, we gonna celebrate We gonna gather 'round, like it's your birthday I don't wanna know, just what I'm gonna do I don't care where your going, I'm coming along with you It's in the way she often calls me out It's in the curve of

Sexual (hallucination) This is what I crave It's my obsession, possession began (Physical, psychical, illumination) Intoxication, fascination (There's no denying) There's no coming down (Higher ground) (Out of body)

Sad to know that you're leaving Even though it's kinda grieving But Jah will guide you out and coming in After you made my day Hurts to know you're going away Seems like my life begin to ruin Now that you're departing pretty soon But what more can I say,

Violence is now a way of life The sledge my tool to torture As it pounds down on your forehead There's something inside me It's, it's coming out I feel like killing you Let loose the anger, held back too long My blood runs cold Through my anatomy, dwells

Firing at niggas, I'm firing at niggas I'm firing at niggas outside I feel like Malcolm X, I'm peepin' out the blinds Don't care if it's nine hundred niggas outside I'm coming out firing at niggas Firing at niggas I hear sirens, I'm firing I'm firing

Been a long time gone, Long time gone, and it ain't coming back again. Daddy sits on the front porch swinging, Looking out on a vacant field. Used to be filled with burley t'bacca. Now he knows it never will. My brother found work in Indiana, Sister's a