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you can't afford this don't get aboard this flavor
Unless you got the fever flavor for a Pringle
Come be a single, let me see you mingle jingle dangle
The kid on the block with a Atari
Was the most and he had all friends
They're playin game after game, again and again
But the times have changed and now
powder
People hanging in spots
They waited until the blocks got hot 
And got raided by the cops
I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain
His whole
powder
People hanging in spots
They waited until the blocks got hot 
And got raided by the cops
I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain
His whole
powder
People hanging in spots
They waited until the blocks got hot 
And got raided by the cops
I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain
His whole
feds had indicted
And my mother 
Her nostrils wide
Too much of d-rugs left her hospitalized
We both was arrested
Stars of the block
Her by cardiac
Me by
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome 
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured 
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome 
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured 
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
somethin' new out this (be my girl)
I'm tellin' you, man

[Solomon Childs]
White snow and the alpine, the kid glide
With a gangsta slide, and your beautiful
The echo in the street was the beat of the drummer,
Guys and girls dancing, and kids ran around,
When I got a little older, grab the mic and throw down,
I
with Fred!"
He jumped on my bed, went through the covers with his claws
Tried to get me, but my alarm went off
And then silence! It was a whole new day
I
burnt up like a weenie and his name is Fred
He wears the same hat and sweater every single day
And even if it's hot outside, he wears it anyway!
He's
The girls won't be on you, Fred your face is all burnt!";
I patted him on the shoulder said, ";Thanks for stopping by.";
Then I opened up the door and said,
powder
People hanging in spots
They waited until the blocks got hot 
And got raided by the cops
I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain
His whole
The girls won't be on you, Fred your face is all burnt!";
I patted him on the shoulder said, ";Thanks for stopping by.";
Then I opened up the door and said,
Bring a duct tape and strap 2 joints and 4 clips
Don't slip, yo, be on point
The kids that we hittin is supposed to be willies
One from New York and one
prankstas, why yall ain't gangstas
Why yall just throwbacks
Put slugs to yo brain
Thuggin' blood's in my vein
The ghetto version of Norman Bates
Thug in
slam
I want to be the kid to make the real live single
To make the party people in the crowd shake and mingle

(Yeah well Shy you can do that with
the paint, same colors cover my new car 
When it come to getting fed, I'm the baker with the bread 
Know exactly what they said, voices ain't just in my head
a hotel, phat, she got stacks 

She's a big girl, cover girl laced, wig curl 

Goin through the struggles of life is trife 

Get your things right,
tailored suits, made for the over weight lover
Undercover, over cover

You know my MO, I do damn well on the stage show
I'm gettin' paid by the pound
burnt up like a weenie and his name is Fred
He wears the same hat and sweater every single day
And even if it's hot outside, he wears it anyway
He's
lose sleep) Not one single bit 

Then he met this girl who became his wife 

Bought a car and a crib, started a new life 

'Til one day, riding
EL-P Speaking:

Is there anyone close.. by.. who can listen to this?
And who can see it.. plain as day
Look how it FALLS down
Falls down upon
a hotel, phat, she got stacks 

She's a big girl, cover girl laced, wig curl 

Goin through the struggles of life is trife 

Get your things right,