Body Of Work

Troi:

Closet full of bones

Just don't try to put'em back together

(Try to put'em back together)

And I'll just bite my tongue

So wear it like a scarlet letter

(Wear it like a scarlet letter)

(I really loved you)

Quiet in the court for the courtship

Marriage of the dork and the gorgeous

Took her from the king of the corpses

He off the wall of the fort with the horses

This is foretold, bojangles was tapping in morse code

At least to the mad man genius, tap top secrets and more gold

From the guts of the mother, should move her undercover

With a $3,000 son she just want a lover

And somebody else that come and try and drug her

Take her off the grill, she done

Pills celebrating, "we won"

In the system of the women, never knew he had it in him

This condition when the world that they make him become

Cocaine and new high tech way smuggle whole things

From the control range that make radio heads with gold brains

Depart 84' Jags on gold chains

Developing niggas from a whole name

God is great, but it's snakes on my soul plane

Troi:

Anatomy (skin), will be the death of me

Anatomy (skin), that's just my anatomy

Anatomy (skin), will be the death of me

(Tell me what to do)

Limo to the limit, fill it till the brim get in it

You can't get it, if you gotta ask

In that case I want two masks

Bottom class, dollar cast

Poppin' tags, droppin' trash in shopping bags

Till Hakeem take our pocket cash

(Am I beautiful?)

Write it in lights, molly in the body of Christ

Drop me to the lobby from heights

Then over the threshold to redeem the doorway

Fourteen broads like the king of Norway

Fourteen broads having dreams of foreplay

Fourteen arm Shiva

If the government get it I'm a fool

Sanskrit dance on the page of the dead book

Don't leave the restroom with the left foot

Flags of Tibet, to bet, to bed, to death, flesh

Release the leash on a fast car

Feed on the keys, fall asleep in a Jaguar

The tip of thy sword is white

Am I night, am I black, am I light?

Have I been this?

Realize my begin when I find where my end this

Oedipus wrecks, mother fucker this better than sex

Material potion the love of my martyr

Currency soaked in the blood of my father

(Will you cry for me?)

Sky burial, at the wind carry your, father

That I could

An anatomy, not of me, kntting me to it, nodding me to it

Eyes of the eye and others, watching me do it

Adapt in each rubik

Kubrick in plot and tone

Lots of bones, scolds to the top of the tone

Skim through it is just skin to it

You're so thin you see the sin through it