X Files lyrics

Well if Jesus is your Lord
Then praise your God
If Islams your thing Allah U Akbar
And if you represent the six pointed star
Then my Heebs back home told me to say Shalom
I put grooves in the mix
I make moves like the Knicks
And take ya straight up the lane
I block out the frame
And then I freeze it
Believe it
You need it like Heron
Before you get ya fight on
Kid get your stare on
Here come the Dondada making ghettos red hotta
I drop the boom bata like Jake Lamatta
I can single you out
And isolate ya like Mono
Im undefeated like Rocky Marciano
Hit ya right below the belt
Now ya singing saprano
Talk what ya talk still you dont know what I know

[CHORUS]

Some fiend for ass
Some fiend for cash
Some do the knowledge
Some do the math
Some stick to the road
Some stray from the path
Some do the knowledge
Some do the math

Now East Coast
Westcoast
Money, whats the beef
Its goin down rough like swallowin teeth
I say word to Dim Lizzy
Kid I gets busy
And Ill knock all of y'all off this Wonderwall
Cause on a daily basis
I rock like Oasis
Bit the Beatles style from a fetus to a child
I kill fourteen billion cells puffin' L's
Stompin' devils on all nine levels of Hell
Check the transmission
Hear the transition
Observe the technition
INFI(?) Nightvision
Ya hot like reels
I lace my drug deals
As you scheme to check feels
On chicks in high heels
Its all bright and sunny
When ya holdin' big money
Buy my Sonics got Youth
Plus my Muds got Honey
I can be the King of Grunge if I blows my sponge away
Heres a little black spot on a sunny day
But y'all dont care if my souls up there
So come on and feel the sting from the true Pain King