little boy in a base ball hat
stands in the feild
with his ball and bat

player of them all
puts his bat on his sholder
and tosses up his ball

and the ball goes up and the ball comes down
swings his bat all the way around
the world so still you can hear the sound
the baseball falls to the ground

now the little boy doesn’t say a word
picks up his ball he is undeterd
says i am the greatest there has ever been
and he grits his teeth
and he trys it again

and the ball goes up and the ball comes down
swings his bat all the way around
the world so still you can hear the sound
and the baseball falls to the ground

he makes no excuses
he shows no fear
he just closes his eyes and listens to the cheers

little boy he adjusts his hat
picks up his ball
stares at his bat

says i am the greatest the game is on the line
and he gives his all one last time

and the ball goes up the moon so bright
swings his bat with all his might
the world’s is still still it can be
and the baseball falls
and that’s strike three

now it’s supper time and his mama calls
little boy starts home
with his bat and ball

says i am the greatest that is a fact
but even i didn’t know
i could pitch like that

says i am the greatest that is understood
but even i didn’t know
i could pitch that good

(All right then, you think you’re some bad girl, you just
wait till someone else gets hold of you and beats the
living daylights out of you)

I put horse’s heads in peoples beds
Cause I am the mob
When duty calls gonna bust some balls
Cause I am the mob

Don’t try and tell me it’s one for the money, two for the money, three for the money
Am I your Easter bunny, come on.
I try my level best, my best to please
But I’m gonna put a bullet between your knees
baby come on just tell them

Stop blowing the Don put his keks back on
Cause I am the mob
Stop mucking around with the brand new sound
Cause I am the mob

Try and tell me it’s one for the money, two for the money, three for the money
Am I your Easter bunny, come on, oh baby come on
I try my level best, my best to please
But I’m gonna put a bullet between your knees
baby come on just please tell them

That Luca Brasi ah he sleeps with the fishes
Luca Brasi ah he sleeps with the fishes
Luca Brasi ah he sleeps with the fishes, missus

Oh tell them, just tell them

Luca Brasi ah he sleeps with the fishes
Luca Brasi ah he sleeps with the fishes
Luca Brasi ah he sleeps with the fishes, missus

I am the mob

When does a dream become a nightmare?
When do we do what must be done?
When do we stand and face the future?
When there is nowhere left to run?

And you’ve got to learn
Just how to survive
You’ve got to learn
How to keep your dream alive

Take a look at my face
I am the future
How do you like what you see?
Take a look at my face
I belong to the future
And you belong to me

When does a dream become a nightmare?
When do we learn to live with fear?
When we cry out for some salvation?
Why is it no one seems to hear?

You’ve got to learn
It’s up to you
If you can learn
That the dream just might come true

Take a look at my face
I am the future
How do you like what you see?
Take a look at my face
I belong to the future
The world belongs to me, yeah

Take a look at my face
I am the future
Now, how do you like what you see?
Take a look at my face
I belong to the future
And the world it belongs to me
It belongs to me

It’s all mine
Just take a look at my face
I’m the future, no disgrace
Take a look at my face
This world belongs to… to me

CHORUS:
I am the bullgod…..I am free…..And I feed on all that is forsaken.
I’m gonna get you…..I see through you…..I’m gonna get you.

I’m like a train I roll hard lettin off much steam in the cutoff flannel and
the dusty jeans, baby. I never was cool wit James Dean but I be hangin tough
wit my man Jim Bean.
I swing low like a chimp. Back in ’86 man, I was seein a shrink. But now I’m
humble, and I can only think about New Orleans and those jumbo shrimp. So ask
no questions and I’ll tell no lies. I got big old pupils and bloodshot eyes.
I’m on the brink, if ya know what I mean. And a 12 step program couldn’t keep
me clean. Cuz I’m the bullgod, you understand? The illegitimate son of man.
The TOP to the DOG on the POT to the GOD.
And I’m trippin……Uh….Huh-Huh….said I’m trippin.

CHORUS

A lot of people poke fun And that’s all right. But when I start pokin back
they get all uptight – HuH!
You can’t cap with the master, son…so sit your ass down before I blast ya
one.
Cuz I’m so greasy you could call me mud….And I feel a little hate running
through my blood. I wanna FUD the world with my twisted thoughts, You could
bet all day but I can’t be bought – Ugh!
Break it up, let’s tie one on….I gotta get set, then go and cut the lawn.
So I grab my walkman but before I cut, I go behind the garage and fire it up!
Cuz I’m the bullgod, you understand? The illegitimate son of man. The TOP to
the DOG on the POT to the GOD.
And I’m trippin……Huh-huh….said I’m trippin. And you know…….

CHORUS
yea, yea, yea……..Come on, get em up……Come on, get em up…..Come on,
get em up.
I am the bullgod……I am free……and I feed (yea, yea, yea) on all that
is forsaken.

I get a feeling of peace from a low, slow high….As I sit in my chair and
watch life go by. These thought I have, I can’t mold a sentence….Through
the forest of my mind, they’re all past tense. Born and raised in the outer
lands….And at times, you could say I’m out of hand. I’m in a band of
gypsies, we’re on the run everytime that paper hits my tongue. And sometimes
it seems so odd when my veins are poppin and I’m on the nod. I am the
bullgod, you understand? And here in my hand is my master plan…..Ugh.

I’m gonna get you….I see through you…….I’m gonna get you….I see
through you.

Yoko’s cutting keys in Soho
I’ve been there and I should know oh face it
I’ll stick up for auntie Sally
Worzel’s just a dirty scally fragrant
Mia Farrow’s patching marrows down at the place where all the face fit
Robin Cousins doing dozens on a little pudding so he rakes it

I’m the reserection
I may steal your soul
I am very evil
I live for rock and roll

Shirley Bassey’s playing Lassie up a pole in Tallahassee hates it
Norris McWhirter’s doing furters in a little place how’s he fake it
It’s another appetiser I can go and buy a Tizer laced fit
I don’t know where I’ve been but I know where I’ve been is near a lake

I’m an erection
I may steal your soul
I am very evil
I live for rock and roll

I am an erection
I may steal your soul
I am very evil
Only for rock and roll

You put your heart up on a shelf
I know it’s hard to be by yourself
You need someone that’s tur and strong
Baby someone just came along

I am that man
You’re trying to find
I am that man
You had in mind
And I’ll give you all my love
‘Til you understand
I won’t give up
‘Cause I know
I am

Talk is cheap, it ain’t worth a dime
So don’t talk to me, just five me some time
I’m gonna show you what love can be
My job won’t be done until you believe

I am that man
You’re trying to find
I am that man
You had in mind
And I’ll give you all my love
‘Til you understand
I won’t give up
‘Cause I know
I am that man
You’re trying to find
I am that man
You had in mind
And I’ll give you all my love
‘Til you understand
I won’t give up
‘Cause I know
I am that man

Looking at the future
Who can tell you what is going on
It seems we have become the generation
Of wars and bombs
And the heart grows weak
And the fear grows strong
That the day may come and it may not be very long
And you want to run
But you don’t know where
So where do you go
I know
And I tell you

(CHORUS)
I am sure there will be a day
But it will not be like the nations say
The Lord will come when this life is through
And His deep desire is to be with you
Hearts will fly when the new world starts
And joy will rise like the morning star
God will meet every cry of the heart
And it’s my prayer
I want you to be there

I like to think about the new creation
Things that God will do
So every now and then I stop and close my eyes
I enjoy the view
And the heart grows strong
And the fear grows weak
And I cannot wait for the new world to come to me
And while I dream
Oh, I pray for you
‘Cause He wants you to go
I know
And I tell you

(REPEAT CHORUS)

I am sure
That the Lord will come
I am sure
That His deep desire is to be with you
He wants you to be there
I am sure
That the Lord will come
I am sure
That His deep desire is to be with you

I am stretched on your grave
And will lie there forever
If your hands were in mine
I’d be sure we’d not sever
My apple tree my brightness
It’s time we were together
For I smell of the earth
And am worn by the weather

When my family thinks
That I’m safe in my bed
From night until morning
I am stretched at your head
Calling out to the air
With tears hot and wild
My grief for the girl
That I loved as a child

Do you remember
The night we were lost
In the shade of the blackthorn
And the chill of the frost
Thanks be to Jesus
We did what was right
And your maiden head still
Is your pillar of light

The priests and the friars
Approach me in dread
Because I still love you
My love and you’re dead
I still would be your shelter
Through rain and through storm
And with you in your cold grave
I cannot sleep warm

So I’m stretched on your grave
And will lie there forever
If you hands were in mine
I’d be sure we’d not sever
My apple tree my brightness
It’s time we were together
For I smell of the earth
And am worn by the weather

[All]
Yo, raise the level, bass bottom to treble
Forever keep it ghetto
Funk and heavy metal
Buck the devil
Unify the rebel
Whistle like a kettle
With a fly acapello
Smooth and mellow
Locked load and settle
Shine through times with rhymes bright like yellow
Taste and swallow, lead and never follow
Break it like a bottle
Inspire like a role model

Chorus:
[Soup]
Say, “I am” (I am) “Somebody” (Somebody)

[Akil]
Yo, my soul, bounce rock and roll
Tumble with the rhythm
Heat the mic when it’s cold
I was told “Be Bold”
Whether platinum or gold
Keep it solid
Do the knowledge
Til’ I reach my goal
My hunger-pain thunder
Lumberjack the fifth wonder
I never slumber cuz I keep it on the under
My post beat for people in the street
Ghetto M-U-S-I-C (We bring the heat)
That African soul
Clap black power impact
Who said ghetto rap was all about a dope sack?
A pimp slap or a big black gatt
Fuck around and get jacked
For your rhymes where I live at
Uh, I’m not a gangsta but I boogie wit beats
No gang affiliation in my lyrics or speech
But still I keep it straight hood-hop techniques
South Central Fundamentals J5 emcees
And it’s on!

Chorus

[Chali 2na]
Who’s to say if I choose to make moves today
Whether I win or lose or I end up on the news today
Amuse but never confuse
Still got dues to pay
You abuse elegant rules when you use clich?s

[Marc 7]
They got you sittin’ on the edge of your seat

[Chali 2na]
Creatin’ beef

[Marc 7]
Mark of the beast
Code on the street
Cease and decease

[Chali 2na]
Never the least

[Marc 7]
Let me repeat
The situation gets sticky like the badge on police

[Chali 2na]
We individually driven in the beginnin’
We winnin’
Six men and a venomous independent decision and clear vision
Pretendin’ was never a possibility
I got to kill it
Because I want to be it
The poet to win a Pulitzer Prize
Who wouldn?t survive?

[Marc 7]
The fullest of vibes

[Chali 2na]
Deliberate surprise

[Marc 7]
When bullets the size

[Chali 2na]
Of quarters arrive

[Marc 7]
And slaughter your lives

[All]
We trying to counteract that

[Chali 2na]
Unifying these ballers and backpacks
With Knowledge-&-Fact-Tracks

Chorus

[Soup]
Yo, my soul, infiltrate birth control
And control guns Huey P used to hold
I breathe life and through the 60’s
Voted most likely to get busy
Inner city flash jiggy burn
Phillies and things
And we boogie to the bang
Sunshine and rain
Why you cats be talkin’ that pimp crap in jail
I corresponded with a nigga who can barely spell
I know the situation oh so well (so well)
I done seen it in 3D
It ain’t hard to tell
Why you bang for your turf chain girl or your man
I be banging for Islam in a spot in Sudan
Cuz I can’t solve or stop or put foot to this
The hottest brother on the block couldn’t cook to this
J5 drop the verse beat hook to this
And if you want a fly jam you should look to this
So…

[All]
Raise the level, bass bottom to treble
Forever keep it ghetto
Funk and heavy metal
Buck the devil
Unify the rebel
Whistle like a kettle
With a fly acapello
Smooth and mellow
Locked load and settle
Shine through times with rhymes bright like yellow
Taste and swallow, lead and never follow
Break it like a bottle
Inspire like a role model

Chorus

I nearly died I suicided softly
I saw her shadow through the cafe window
I watched you lean across the table
I watched you whisper in her ear

And she is your holy Mary
And I am so ordinary
And you can use me if you want to
I know you need me just like an old soft shoe

She looks like me but a bit prettier
She’s a skater and a ballet dancer
I saw her on your motorcycle
In the seat I thought was meant for me

Chorus

And when your mother came to Boston you disappeared
And then I saw you three together
I guess she makes the best impression
With her charming femininity…

Chorus

Oh but I am the one you will call when alone
And I am the one who will give when she’s gone
And so I give
So I give

I tell myself that love is truly giving
Somehow I justify this
Hoping you will understand me
Hoping you will love me back

And she is your holy Mary
And I am so ordinary
And she is your Queen Cleopatra
And I’m just your morning after
And she is your Star Spangled Banner
And I am just Frere Jaque
And you can lose me if you want to

And I am so ordinary