Toy-like people make me boy-like I sink myself in hair upon my lover I seen you go down to a cold mirror It was never clearer in my error You click a shine upon your forehead or Check it by the signs in the corridor You light my ways through the club

I'ma show 'em how to act Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something Okay I was gone for a minute but I'm back now Sit the fuck back down Seem like everybody nowadays Hollywood Oh it’s like that now? I'ma show you mothafuckas how to act

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings But I'm only going to get

Everybody wants some I want some too But everybody wants some Baby, how 'bout you? How 'bout you? You can't get romantic on a subway line Conductor don't like it, says you're wastin' your time Yeah, I've seen the people that are lookin' for a moonbeam

These feelings may change as we all walk this way The youth steal the ship as this generation fades... The youth steal the ship as this generation fades. It was a movement of the people, like many times before, Who stood up for peace and sat down for

I have tried so hard not to be like them I have found they don't ever say what they mean There is a truth, there is a light if you'd follow me there I'm convinced the world doesn't know what it needs While you're deciding what to do I've been trying to

You got to get up If you want to get I hate people that ain't movin' their shoes And I hate everybody that I see not feelin' my groove I like rhymes that be quick as we be takin' the bar But I hate everybody that don't like electric guitars and I Hate

Yeah, people like you just fuel my fire People like you just burn! You liar, you liar, you liar, you liar! I've got word of thanks Thanks that I'd like to say For the rage that I feel The rage that I feel today Gotta stack, gotta stack Stack of chips on

All I know is what I see, People think you're just so sweet, But they don't know you quite like I do. I guess they think that I'm a lucky guy, No matter how you cry, Do you think I'm crazy? And what can I do When you pretend that you're in love with me

You thought it was over but it's just like before Will there never be an end to the Indian wars? Out in the desert where the wind never stops A few simple people try to grow a few crops Trying to maintain a life and a home On land that was theirs before