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my kind of living

White beans, collar greens, sweet tea, chicken and dumplings
Well, I get up every morning when the rooster crows
I stay out some
Luther King

It was just one shot
Through the kitchen window
Just one or two miles from here
If you fly like a crow

A bullet came to visit a doctor
of light, demons dance in preparation
Weightless, only to be seen during incantation
Feel my aura, just around death's corner
Hands of liquid candlelit by
Out on this field of moonlit snow
I will not be deterred by your ugliness
Before my sword your two heads will row
I will not let my sword rest until
have one or two chains, we need three of dem
Can't have one or two guns without squeezin 'em
On our own people and, f*** black leaders

'Cause whites
Vamoose like 2pac
Suicidal tendencies, down to white Hennessy
Look in the book, I'm the definition of menace b
Chokin' niggas out for no reason, it's
di white man ? for di Columbiana
?, man
Let me know that you understand

[ D Dot of 2 Kings in a Cypher ]
Yo check it, straight out the [edited]
two slices white bread Texas style.
Order in order out order online,
Order by mail fax toll free anytime.
The waitress is a middle age ex-hippie
if you study Egypt, you'll see the truth written by the masters
My niggas is chilling, getting high, relaxing
Envisioning, owning shit, yo it can
ballrooms
Crows fly by my window slow
Headed that way but lookin' at me though

Sedatives.
Sedatives.
Sedative me.
Sedatives.
Sedative me.
Sedatives.
dark
Stay high with the zombie walk
Gotta sit my ass down, like Rosa Parks
[Chorus 2X: high pitched female (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]
Dirty Dirty, you tell
a compact mirror, 
How the powder settles in, premature crows feet, caused by worry. 
You say I circle you unwanted, like a seagull swoops and feeds from
hundred
There it stood white to the sky
The house of the God of the cross
Big enough to take two dragon ships inside
And all of Asa bay did watch
claw
Sometimes an albatross

I will pass my old age by a pale two-bar fire
Patiently waiting to die
Twitching the lace as the schoolgirls go past
1985 white Lamborghini countach, two of 'em
I need a slow motion video right now
Cause I'm moving in slow motion, slow motion
Feelin' like Hype
1985 white Lamborghini countach, two of 'em
I need a slow motion video right now
Cause I'm moving in slow motion, slow motion
Feelin' like Hype
build
A house of the cross
Every hour of daylight they did sweat
Limbs ached because faith does cost

And on the day two hundred
There it stood white
[Verse - Shaggy 2 Dope]
So there I was watchin' Sanford & Son, workin' the graveyard shift
At a party store, rollin' a spliff
I'm behind the glass I
butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare mentality helps to
Keep me grounded,
butter is bad for my health, but
I think there's more white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Redd Sanford welfare mentality helps to
Keep me grounded,
knew how to guard they grill, this would've never happened!

I put two and two together and I came up with four
You are forever, forgot, forbid,
The end

The songwriter?s dead
The blade fell upon him
Taking him to the white lands
Of Empathica,
Of Innocence
Empathica
Innocence
by George ?Papa Doc? Bush.  Music by the ?Village People? the very military "Macho Man."
 
?Company!!!?
?Macho, macho man!?
? Two-three-four.?
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The end

The songwriter?s dead
The blade fell upon him
Taking him to the white lands
Of Empathica,
Of Innocence
Empathica
Innocence
the spot
Mr. Ginseu Master an' Bobby Suenam
We form like Voltron, connected by the feet
So there's room to reach, we transform the beat

With the ill