Ridenhour - walford      Huffed and he puffed   Huffed and he puffed   Blew tha house down   Now how dat sound   Never no never   Give up gotta gotta live up   To my name   Triple double in da rap game      Cause I ain't goin niggatronic   Smart e nuff to know I ain't bionic   Wit my main man harry   Not connick   Rather rap my black as of   Getcha hooked on phonics      Good e nuff to know no endo   Thru it out tha window   Along wit tha super nintendo      I'm a strict daddy   Got dat right   God damn right   But have a good time/dyn-o-mite   Its just that I don't talk   That same ol crap (shit)   Cause papa got a brand new   Bag fulla rap (hitz)      The world don't work no more no more   The world wont work no more   Ain't gonna woek no more no more      Verse ii      My main knick knack paddy wack   C'mon & give a damn   Confrontational man   Iz what I am   Iz what I am   I'm tearin down da house that jack built   Cause he killt whoever he wanted & hunted   And tax the backs of the environment macks   Who plan in da silence of the skams   A world dat wont work   No more/no more      Mother earth gets treated like a whore   And he doeth great wonders   So that he maketh fire come   Down from heaven on the earth   In sight of men      Toms to the left of me   Bombin to the right   World good night   He got destruction   In his appetite      On a platter a planet   To him it doesn't matter   3-2 at the plate   Up go the greedy batter      Environmental alarm   To all not some   Good god   Cause we don't get two of em      I was told that oil & water don't mix   But the new world order   Got a disorder   & so I diss   Cuss my disgust   If I must   One earth is da birth outta all of us   And so I diss   After the math   Disaster wit a european autograph      I.      Gonna be bedlam   If he spread em   Da trigga is cocked   Nowhere to flock      Ii.      Gonna be bedlam   If he spread em   Pass da word   F what you heard      Iii.      Gonna be bedlam   If he spread em   Glock is cocked   Now drop da props   Gonna be bedlam   If we spread em   The day the whole world couldn't do it      Repent   Oh no!   Check the preacher what he spent   One way ticket to God to fix scars   Woman & man runnin the land sea & air poor   Do we all go the way of the dinosaur? or   To hell & back attack   The new clear fog got us sniffin like   Atomic dogs   Pocket fulla pimp daddy moves   Put a code on a can   Whatta hell of a man, shootin   Trigga pollution, planet prostitution   Uprootin da third   We go to the way of the bird   Can't do whatcha want to da place   Don't waste my place   Where you from?    We only got one