Lyrics:
and call
You'll be waiting my beck and call
My beck and call, my beck and call
I been holding hands with my
Damn self for sometime
You really learn a lot
out this is Beck, and uh
Beck I wanted to ask you a question
I recently picked up this 10
Inch record of yours
It's called A Western Harvest
Field by
bell ringing
Pulled from my sleep by invisible hands
The gentle sound of a lady singing
ransom
By the hand of this black man
Neo-colonial puppet
White power with a black face
He said fuck it i’ll do it
A master of disguise, expert at telling
talentless and crap
Little rappers: came from broken wrappers that their parents had
Yeah I'm getting handies, I can tell you're jealous: lend a hand
They
And once again your heart is breakin'
You're thinkin' lonely is your destiny
You ain't ever been loved by the likes of me
I'd like to be at your beck
crap before
We went to the bar that's next door
Saw the neon sign
Noticed I've been here before
Am I going crazy by now
I fail the same way, but still
of the Day
That camera craze at gigs, put the damn thing away
Your video looks crap and the sound is the same
Katie Hopkins... and her friends
Tuka Sulliman
Damn near bet my whole life every time on 6 8 niggas know I ain’t ever gone crap
All of my vibes they high maintainace look like Halle berry in da
that crap
Hey
Im bout flex
Im on my way
Im here to stay
You something to say
The last time I saw you we had a couple words to exchange
Im not
While workin' on new developments for the book bomb
In one bad experiment it blew and took a hooker arm (arm and leg)
BOW! look mom.. no hand
Studied
just want to spit man I don't need this grief
[VERSE TWO]
[HOST]
I mean you got Will smith and jada Beck's and posh,
J-low and Ben aflet, 50 and vivica
provin'
He's worth again
With hammer in hand he wins
Retreated to his home
Loki "died" by suicide and Odin
Sat back on the throne
Okay, let's take it back
Cah, she can’t even do her job
She’s laying all back
Chatting all the crap
Whilst I'm carrying this department on my back
I don't understand it
How it
the dirt
The shit that's shoveled
I'm shoved into a corner
Hands tied behind my back
Forced to be an ass
But is it worth all that
Why I gotta ask
These
crying "Why'd I fall for that crap?"
But the rest are crying "Why'd I fall for that crap?"
Why did I fall for that?
Why did I fall for that?
So many
Blade so sharp that cuts it through
Longer and shorter range are in its purview
Shatters ribs and slices stone
Led by hand or on its own
Whatever
was def, a lot of respect
Feel Me? Fuck to the rock Sean John jury
I got the same hands of crap platinum and the crap pyramids
Write about the black
I drink Moet not Beck's beer
I stay dressed in slick gear
Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean
I see you when I get there
And it's a fact I keep
Coming out the alleyways of Illtown
Producer extraordinaire Kaygee
Followed by the backbone VinRock
And the last to fall onto this planet: Me
the harvest they wouldst reap
He must n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call
For she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep..
The monastery stood
the harvest they wouldst reap
He must n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call
For she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep..
The monastery stood
Spoutin' all this askant smack
To the bitch ass scant rats
fuck all the rant crap
Grimy mothafucka' finna ransack, nab shine by a fuckin' landslide
Second
niggas, that be showing you hand steps
Back to the dormitory, where niggas
Broke my forearm and index finger, now you write glory
True holding my flag,
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