Easy does it We're gonna take our time Girl we got all night No need to rush it Slow it on down, soak up this moment Let's just kick back and relax The night is early and the sky's still blue Ain't even got to where we're going to And you're nibblin' and

Give me love when I ain't got nobody A little hope when I ain't got none at all Give me strength when I'm standing And faith when I fall Give me light up ahead on the journey I know it's been a long time since the last time we talked I know I've been a

The way he should I got it bad, and that ain't good Never treats me sweet and gentle 'Cause I got it bad, and that ain't good My poor heart is sentimental Not made of wood But when the weekend's over And Monday rolls around My man and me We pray some

This is the Invasion! The Evil Genius Green Lantern! Immortal Technique, "The 3rd World" (It's on now motherfucker - ha ha, drop) You ain't got the right to bear arms, huh? Sometimes you might have to brandish a motherfuckin firearm (Lick shots, lick

Quit my job, ain't got no money Seems I have to leave this town Board the train that's eastward bound Packed my bags, run to the station Tell mama and all the folks back home Sometimes a man just feels He's got to make it alone Tell mama why I'm leaving

They tried to make me go to rehab Yes, I been black But when I come back, you'll know, know, know I ain't got the time And if my daddy thinks I'm fine He's tried to make me go to rehab I won't go, go, go I said, no, no, no I'd rather be at home with a Ray

Got my diamond earrings And I'm packin' heat so don't disrespect me I'm just so damn flossy And I know what you like There ain't no gangsta like me Imma give it to ya every time Gotta turn you on

Just another Sunday in the South Wanna put on some Shenandoah And crank it loud You and me go fishin' in the dark Killin' time with Restless Heart All you gotta do is give me that wink Man, this ain't no thinkin' thing Just another Sunday Only thing

That's why I ain't got no time For these games and stupid tricks All these bitches on my dick That's how dudes be gettin' sick That's how dicks be gettin' drips Fallin' victims to this shit From these bitches on our dicks Fuckin' chickens with no ribs

Going down. I'm going down 'Cause you aint around, baby. I'm going down. Time on my hands since you've been away boy I ain't got no plans no, no, no, no. And the sound of the rain, against my windowpain. Is slowly, slowly driving me insane.