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Peace, Love & Crabs (Deanna Dove) · Over Under Sideways Down: A Comprehensive Collection 1963-1968 (The Yardbirds) · The Sky Moves Sideways (Porcupine Tree) · Over Under Sideways Down [Italy LP] (The Yardbirds) · Onward & Sideways (Joshua Radin) · To Travel Sideways (Kid Creole) · Sky Moves Sideways [Bonus Disc] (Porcupine Tree) · Sideways Forest (Love Spirals Downwards) · The Sky Moves Sideways (Porcupine Tree) · South of Sideways (Edgewater) – and 90 other albums »


Brown shoes don't make it
Brown shoes don't make it
Quit school, why fake it
Brown shoes don't make it

Tv dinner by the pool
Watch your
brother
Walking sideways through the door

Was the same at school
He played the fool
Or took a back seat
While Simon ruled

He played by himself
[Chorus: x4]
Hardcore to make the brothers act fools

When I turn a party out, all hands is in the air
Some say it's chill, New York throw chairs
[Chorus] 
Hardcore to make the brothers act fools [Repeat: x4]

[PMD] 
When I turn a party out  all hands is in the air 
Some say it's chill
Guess who's comin' through for dinner
A native-like brother with the passive little style
That most certainly will smother
Suicidal rhymes with
Hardcore to make the brothers act fools
Hardcore to make the brothers act fools
Hardcore to make the brothers act fools
Hardcore to make
[Girl] 

You ain't shit  your daddy ain't shit 

your brother ain't shit  your money ain't shit 

your lab ain't shit  your rings ain't shit
get sweated, They act as if asking questions is a crime
But forget it, one day I'm gonna prove them wrong
Now every brother had to smother
I stack cream chickens attract like magnets
Plus brothers be open and only hit by fragments
Of platinum shrapnel I consume the whole room
sideways
In the parks and streets - brothers keep dying
But I drop the back and let the sparks keep flyin'
My daddy wanted me to take the Dayton's off
new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk fagot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fucking
down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, slang new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk faggot crab
of the nine brothers, I'm so unique
Every line that smother, the situation's grim
It's bloody sin 'cause every time I want out they pull me back in
I see my
I don't bet
I don't be in no casino, and baby while you knizzow
The izzi is the grizzeat Kizzangizzo."
I thought she'd be impress by my devious rap
skin, Marc Buchanan
Cause I'm a make you see L.A. (U.C.L.A.) like Ed O'Bannon
Nigga come in peace and brothers can kick it
But you ain't gonna walk me
[Girl] 

You ain't shit  your daddy ain't shit 

your brother ain't shit  your money ain't shit 

your lab ain't shit  your rings ain't shit
I don't bet
I don't be in no casino, and baby while you knizzow
The izzi is the grizzeat Kizzangizzo."
I thought she'd be impress by my devious rap
is my life (finesse, finesse, finesse)

Finessed a plug by the track
I hop on a jet, I go to Quebec
I went to the jeweller didn't know what I wanted
I don't bet
I don't be in no casino, and baby while you knizzow
The izzi is the grizzeat Kizzangizzo."
I thought she'd be impress by my devious rap
the place
And walk straight up on you fuckin crooked niggaz
Comin out ya mouth sideways like some rookie niggaz
I drink Henny mixed wit nothing
My weed
my heat shooting it sideways 
A wife on the run 
Full of common blunts 
Unconditionally married 
To my gun 
Fulfillin' my destiny 
On knees
my heat shooting it sideways 
A wife on the run 
Full of common blunts 
Unconditionally married 
To my gun 
Fulfillin' my destiny 
On knees
Now I'm ready to go
The club is twelve blocks away
And I got no loot, so
I walk ten and take a cab for two
Black duct tape over the hole in my shoe
put in work like red ants 
And when I walk by Curtis Mayfield'll draft 
And spell the full limp love is just like Shaft 
Shit I craft, is harder than
intrigued by the drum
Death only one can save shell from
This relentless attack of the track spares none

Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggas