yeah Even the sun goes down Heroes eventually die Horoscopes often lie And sometimes lie Nothing is for show And nothing is for certain Nothing lasts forever but until it goes to curtain It's tenbi Onegaishimasu Now it's the time to get on like Spike Lee said, get on the bus Go get your work in, keep your people chirping, it's a must Get you on that bus, corn starch, familiar with that smack, man The music is like that green stuff, provided to you by Sackman Pac-Man, how mothafucka you think we gon' do that, man? Riding, riding on National on 18's without no gap, man I'm strapped, man, get rid of the bus on any nigga like that, man Me and my nigga, we roll together like Batman and Robin We played together through hard times, swung hard when it was fitting But now we tapping them brakes from off them Kona's that we be vending And Volkswagen and Bonneville's, Chevrolet's and Coupeville's If you ain't got no rims, nigga, don't get no woodgrain steering wheel, for real You can go chill out at Steelville, Dutch paper stack Instead of going to Oak Hill, pay your fuckin' fee for beer, bitch Yeah, yeah, yeah Even the sun goes down, heroes eventually die Horoscopes often lie, and sometimes why None is for sure, none is for certain And none lasts forever, but until they close the curve It's him and I, or Quim and I Twice upon a time, there was a boy who died And lived happily ever after, but that's another chapter Come up the braid with $30, beauty parlors, baby ballers Bowling ball and parlors, street scholars, majoring in culinary arts You know how to work bread, cheese, and dough from scratch But see the catches, you can get caught Know what you're selling, what you're bought, so cut that big talk Let's walk to the bridge, meet me halfway Now you may see some chillin' dead off in the pathway Just then poor baby's waffling slowly to the candelated It's looking bad, need some hope, like the words maybe If, or probably, more than a hobby when my turntables get wobbly They don't fall, I'm sorry y'all, I often drift I'm talking gifts, so when it comes, you never look the horse inside his grill Of course you know I feel like the barrel of bad news Don't wanna be it, but it's needed, so what have you Now question, is every nigga with dreads for the cause? Is every nigga with goals for the fall? No, so don't get caught up in appearance It's outcast, or Quim and I, another black experience Okay, even the sun goes down, heroes eventually die Horoscopes often lie, and it's sometimes why Nothing is for show, nothing is for certain Nothing lasts forever, but until they close the curtain It's him and I, or Quim and I Big Boy The name is Big Boy, Daddy Fat Sax, the nigga that like them Cadillacs I stay down with these streets, cause these streets is where my folks at Better know that, some say we pro-black, but we professional You missed a lot of chutz, so the music is all confessional Get off the testicles and the nut sacks You bust around, we bust back, get get back For real, niggas that's out here trying to spit facts You ear that, you can't come near that, maybe you need to quit, quit Cause the Quim and I is Aquarius, and the Gem and I run a *** like this My mind warps and bends, floats the wind, count to ten, meet the twin Andre Ben, welcome to the lion's den A red jet, no skin, many men comprehend I extend myself, so you go out and tell a friend Sin all depends on what you believe in And faith is what you make it, that's the hardest *** since MC Ren Alien can blend right on in with your kin Look again, cause I swear I spot one every now and then It's happening again, wish I could tell you when Andre, this is Andre, y'all is just gonna have to make amends Even if the sun goes down, heroes eventually die Horoscopes, they often lie, and sometimes why None is for show, none is for certain And none lasts forever, but until they close the curtain It's him and I, Aquim and I It's him and I, Aquim and I Finally, hijo! We've done it! We've done it! Yes, maestro! Yes, maestro! Hijo! We've done it! Uh-oh