If Big & Pac was alive
I’d probably go to war with em‘
And make them commit suicide”
I’m burning up in my tux
I’m sure that wouldn’t suit you
I’m used to silent cries of violence
Tap my feet to a murder
Then my head to a siren
It’s wicked, It’s as wicked as voodoo
Or swine flu sickness, but I can manage
Just give me a beat and let me get at it
When the day breaks.

Tap my feet to a murder, then my head to a siren