Texty:
Fall Fall Fall In My Area

my area I have seen the good and bad I have seen declining tracks I have seen the madness in my area Former friends suck on the Fall Genuine white crap

trippin at all Yo, I'm fuckin walkin over weak rapper's downfalls It ain't my fault they fell, it ain't my fault I sell I pull my ass up from the depths

Hot milk Mmmm tweak my nipple Champagne and ripple Shamans go cripple My sales go triple We drop lobotomy beats Evaporated meats On hi-tech street We

make 'em cut the check So hate on, but guess what? [Chorus:] I feel like I can't miss I know they want me to fall But ain't nothin' bigger than this

of desire I put my hand inside his cranium, oh we had such a brainiac-amour But no more, no more, I gotta move from my mind to the area (go rimbaud go

Doc hit skid row Thirsty, sniffin' out a pig nose My Benz built with wings and 6-0's My flows is North Pole cold My hands got area's that fits snow

So tell your man to get back If the dogs with me, they obedient I lift a finger up from my hand they attackin' I like my hoes fast I like my cars fast

micless, what a crisis I give them a good night's rest I break they biceps and triceps Thighs and necks, breast area, is the best area Before I bury

in this PMG I got this love and hate on my mind You know im sayin; its a cool little summer day You know winter day, spring day, fall day, everyday, all