Yeah, say what
Now how the god damn pot go and call the kettle black? that bull shit
Yo, but this ain't though
Chapter 7, Verse 1, Attention
[chorus]
All Balls Don't Bounce, some balls roll and some balls hang
and some people have a ball doin' they thang
now what's the result? Your life is biased
all one-sided surrounded by liars
trials and tribs
it's all ad-libs, and all breakin' you a coupla ribs
now what if I breaks the tail on the lizard
is it gonna grow back?
it is and you know that
but that ain't the case
I picture the place
I capture a kodak and show dat face
you're just a shit stain on the draws of life
and the trials of life, and the styles of life
you won't be happy 'till you lost your life
or lose your mind, or die of boredom
or try to kill 'em all and let your God sort 'em
better earn your keep, and learn to leap
or burn in your sleep
tryin' to get a little somethin, yo I peep
you bein devoted, but you shoulda let it seep thru the mask you
sported
[with chorus in background]
you ended up a swiggler caught in a swiggle
just gimme the signal
and I'll state the terms
as long as I can be there with fate to change
you smokin sherm
or whatever the name, you're a trivial part in a trivia game
now what's your aim? a presidential campaign
like Ross Perot, he lost it though
but he got a billion in da bank for show
oh me I'm po' and you like me
but I don't like you, nigga you all fronts
and I won't let one apple spoil the bunch
now get yo' hat & get yo' coat
all afloat, we goin' back to the real
I got a question, answer me this
what if me and you got caught in a twist
and you accidentally got caught by the fist
what's the gist, or what's the justice
or better yet what if I had got busted
for tryin to go out like General Custer
well kiss yo' family
