DJ Lethal - X-Files lyrics

[Verse 1: Everlast] Truly, truly... Well if Jesus is your Lord Then praise your God If Islam's your thing Allahu Akbar And if you represent the six pointed star Well 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 needs it like h**n Before you get ya fight on Kid, get your stare on Here come the Don Dada making Ghettos Red Hotta I drop the boom-batta like Jake LaMotta I can single you out And isolate ya like Mono I'm undefeated like Rocky Marciano Hit ya right below the belt Now ya singing soprano Talk what ya talk still you dont know what I know [Chorus] Some fiend for a** 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 [Verse 2: Everlast] Now East Coast Westcoast Money, what's the beef It's goin down rough like swallowin teeth I say word to Thin Lizzy Kid I gets busy And I'll 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 k** fourteen billion cells puffin' L's Stompin' devils on all nine levels of Hell Check the transmission Hear the transition Observe the technician In fi Nightvision Ya highlight reels I lace my drug deals As you scheme to check feels On chicks in high heels It's all bright and sunny When ya holdin' big money Buy my Sonics got Youth Plus my Mud got Honey I can be the King of Grunge if I blows my sponge away "There's a little black spot on the sun today" Which I don't care if my soul's up there So come on and feel the Sting from the true "Pain King"!