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these sounds I see
Blessin' Allah that I found the key
That's how we be
 
We are by no means ashamed of our cultural background
Not a tad bit 'fraid
these sounds I see
Blessin' Allah that I found the key
That's how we be
 
We are by no means ashamed of our cultural background
Not a tad bit 'fraid
On the counter 
By your keys 
Was a book of numbers 
And your remedies 
One of these 
Surely will screen out the sorrow 
But where are you tomorrow

I
(La, la, la
La, la, la)

Kidnap the Sandy Claws
Lock him up real tight
Throw away the key and then
Turn off all the lights

First, we're goin' to set
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament's begun.
The purple piper plays his
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament's begun.
The purple piper plays his
The dance of the puppets
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament's begun.
(La, la, la
La, la, la)

Kidnap the Sandy Claws
Lock him up real tight
Throw away the key and then
Turn off all the lights

First, we're goin' to set
from nigga?

Crutches, crosses, caskets
Crutches, crosses, caskets
All I see is death by the masses
The only asterisk is the change of address
My
slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane
Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change
Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid
[Lil' Wayne]
Peep me out, look!
Head bustin', black fatigues
So blunted, 400 degreez, it's sweet
Nigga, respect me
When you see the left hand
black

Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie gotta die, he too soft
That nigga's dead on, a key
bitch you too slow

And all you zero ass niggas ain't nothin' to me
Because I chop up O's, move dro', and chop keys
0-6 is my clique along with PC
[Chocolate Tye:]
Yeah yeah we about to bring it to yo ass. Heru, chop shop, shop what? 

[Defari:] 
Yo what you rhyme about a lot? 
Are you that
One one one one two
P-P-5-D
Yeah, yeah, P-P-5-D
I'm sayin, yo
Touch this yo, knahmsayin what?
Yo-yo, yo, 100%

Yo! On these seventy-three keys
shirt on ye
Hurrah there, Hosty, frosty Hosty, change that shirt on ye,
Rhyme the rann, the king of all ranns!

We had chaw chaw chops, chairs,
resort.
You can take a man here goes the keys you can slip in the rear.
Chop a nigga up, yo, meet me somewhere.
So we can make more money, then you could
rewind

Hit the trap with a whole key
Blowing dope by the OZ
Behind tints moving low key
I think that you should know me
Yeah, I heard that you taken
I
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament's begun.
The purple piper plays his
to shoot you, I'm trying to chop you into pieces and eat you
Rap you in rope and glass, strapped to a soakin matress
Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks
gone fade me
Got me deep in this game, some niggaz don't change
Have mercy on P, just tryin' to have change
In my pockets I'm knockin', the feds can't
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament's begun.
The purple piper plays his
Your future's with us

You look a wreck
Left your key inside the door
And my [Incomprehensible]
Across this black and white chess board

Your
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun
I walk a road horizons change
The tournament's begun
The purple piper plays his tune
Rolling over keys that dig in my side 
Try to get my ass out of bed and drive 
Feel I'm slipping day by day 
Past the time I was on my way