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said, oh, my, why do you stare so hard?
Wrapped up like a doll in bad dreams and broken arms
Make these old bones shiver
It's not too soon, he said,
Folks said he'd been shell-shocked long ago
And more than that, no one seemed to know

Oscar was a walker, at least four miles twice a day
The entire
My name is Alice Walker, they never told me why
I'm not named for anybody, it's a name out of the sky
They thought it was pretty I guess, way back
The cause is Ozymandian
The map of Sapokanikan
Is sanded and bevelled
The land lone and levelled
By some unrecorded and powerful hand

Which plays
your bastard style has just been stuck
By a sticker with a 'frigerator lickin'
What if how's about why would
Never thought that the napalm would bust
ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots
and drug spots, well if you're too poor to move out
or get a new house, it's like livin in a war walkin through
Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected
The heart, the rib cage, the chest and solar plexus
Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones
+Diggs+ the beat, but ain't feelin the flow
But he signed it fast, for half of Johnny's +Cash+
+Nia Long+ed for the album to drop, cameras flashed
Tom
Hey, my name is not Protocol
And I ain't nobody's stigma or statistic
Hey, hey lady, you know who you are.
You think you helpin' me by insertin'
off the skin, eat all the meat
Nibble on the bone, and then suck the goo
Man if my mother was the Colonel, her chicken woulda sold
It even taste better
I'm seein' sleep walkers, and as cheap as talk is
I'm feelin' nauseas speaking in this three ring with artists
Hearts set on dreams and contracts
do 

On and on and on is how the beat goes 
So sell the British Walkers and cut the afros 
And dance till the feeling is gone in your toes 
I wear
Lyrical muderer, microphone bone crusher
Yeah yeah why'all
Break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah

Now check the mic stalker, will wear you out like Walker
like Hershal Walker,
The talk of the game is I, but I wonder if he'll still be talking after I die
But that's not important
Money's more important
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
cooked meat while you gnaw at the bone
Sittin by the fire while you froze in cave
A bunch of silly thieves with the nerve to say you're brave
I think
+Diggs+ the beat, but ain't feelin the flow
But he signed it fast, for half of Johnny's +Cash+
+Nia Long+ed for the album to drop, cameras flashed
Tom
ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots
and drug spots, well if you're too poor to move out
or get a new house, it's like livin in a war walkin through
do 

On and on and on is how the beat goes 
So sell the British Walkers and cut the afros 
And dance till the feeling is gone in your toes 
I wear
Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected
The heart, the rib cage, the chest and solar plexus
Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones
This is Minister Metal Foot, treat a pedal like an earwig
And cook off by applyin' the same logic to the gearshift
Bird off prey circle, serf homes
use K for ya, pour out the P-A for ya
Had to bring y'all like back in the day for ya
They don't respect nothin else, they somethin else
Two guns with
You always keep me coming back for more
So many faces in the world but I want yours
The way you make me feel inside my bones
I can't remember how
We wanna go back to the old school for a minute
Hand clappin' and toe tappin'
We wanna visit our friends over in Chicago
Sister Albatina Walker
"Yo Black B, what's the deal?
What's popping?"

"Ain't nothing"

"Aight, what's the deal?
We got to get this paper y'all 
This cat had to come