Artist: The Roots f/ Bilal Oliver, Greg Porn Album: undun Song: The OtherSide Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Black Thought] Yo, we obviously need to tone it down a bit Runnin 'round town spendin time like it's counterfeit Everybody catchin hay fever like sinuses Step in my arena let me show y'all who the highness is You might say I could be doing somethin positive Humbled head down low and broke like promises Soakin and broken in a joke like comics is Not enough paper to be payin folks compliments But when that paper got low, so did my tolerance And it ain't no TRUTH in a dare, without the consequence Listen if it not for these hood inventions I'd just be another kid from the block with no intentions On the dock of that bay, serving a life sentence Even if I'm goin to HELL, I'm gonna make an entrance Yeah~! Let 'em know I'm gettin cheese like omletes is but I'm the toast of the town like Thomas is [Chorus: Bilal Oliver] We're all on a journey Down the hall of memories Don't worry 'bout what you ain't got Leave with a little bit of dignity Never loved what I had Always felt like I deserved MO' But when I make it to the other side (Make it to the other side) That's when we'll settle up the score [Black Thought] Yo, we did this in remembrance of faces from the past, we no longer have an image of Carryin cold-blooded hearts, that never been for love Brothers keep goin for theirs but never get enough World travelers that seen it all and did enough Only to return to learn the world wasn't big enough Damn, how long has it been? I guess the jig is up Now all I know is I'm about to wake this nigga up Yeah, that hindsight 20/20 Now niggaz dead on the money, try to take something from me It's a wrap like mummy, undun I am becoming and When he's tired of runnin, through the layers of the onion He'll probably shed a tear, 'cause there'll be no more fast times Just his weak mind scrolled out like a bad sign He never had enough and got confused when they asked why Life is only a moment in time and it passed by [Chorus] [Greg Porn] I'm sitting on top of the world ready to jump off Thinkin of various ways to breakin the law Thinkin that enough is enough, but still I want more Thinkin of how I'm playin with fire tht burned my young boy By any means necessary, don't give a damn So every night I'm on a flight that never lands Be an asshole when the shit hits the fan pr bet your life, on a bluff and a bad hand Can't win, can't lose, get 'em gassed Leave 'em leakin fuel, either way the market moves Cash rules kings, queens, prince and princess Every night I'm crossin a line that ain't the finish Every thought is dark as a glass of fuckin Guinness To far gone to come back to my senses Now I'm on the edge of my bed makin love to my meds Every moments like a pistol to my head when I'm gettin mine [Chorus]