Lyrics:
JunyTony Story Musical,
The Emperor's New Clothes,
shall we start?
Once upon a time,
there lived an emperor
who liked to dress up.
No, no.
Not
toes
All hail the Emperor's new clothes
All the troops hold up their chins
As the show will soon begin
They scurry by and shuffle in
Each one wearing
You asked for the truth and I told you
Through their own words
They will be exposed
They got a severe case of
The emperor's new clothes
clothes
The emperor's new clothes
The emperor's new clothes
The emperor's new clothes
new clothes
The emperor's new clothes
The emperor's new clothes
The emperor's new clothes
racist and homophobe (That’s all you got)
Fake News, Fake News, emperor without his clothes (Bare it all)
Fake News, Fake News, like the WMD’s (Where they
the truth and I told you
Through their own words
They will be exposed
They've got a severe case of
The emperor's new clothes
The emperor's new clothes
and military aid
natural recourses extracted by slaves
from capitalism to totalitarian states
columbus new clothes
columbus new oaths
working for lundin oil
and clothes,
to help the poor and the needy, of the empire.
The news spread like a wildfire,
and the brutish emperor came to know about Chang and his magic
the emperor's new clothes
There's no such thing as a mending fling
By the borealis accursed
Inflate your hopes but in a pin's poke
The whole damn balloon just
I put the name Microphones on the tapes I would make late at night after work at the record store. I was already by then a couple years deep into
Your life has changed by the way that I walk,
Crucify me cause of the way that I talk.
Y’all hate when I say that I’m repping New York,
I’ve Been
the wordplay
I still flip the bird like Jeezy
Strip it down, now it's exposed
I suppose my flow is the emperor's new clothes
Although I'm always by myself, I
'cause I'm ill with the wordplay
I still flip the bird, like Jeezy
Strip it down, now it's exposed
I suppose my flow is the emperor's new clothes
image exposed
Few can see through the new emperor's clothes
Lustful this hustle turn humans to hoes
When the blind lead the blind
Just more trouble
kick that shit that's known to hit
So much rap lines, you might fuck around and hang clothes on it
But yo it ain't no thing in it, your static-free
Seven billion hungry ghosts
Just a parasite killing its host
The emperor wears no clothes, I see those brittle bones
But we're buried by modern
And smile hello to the air
O the new children dance -- I am young
All around the balloons -- I will live
Swaying by chance -- I am strong
To the breeze
rise!
Children die while we read the news of gossip-mongers
Our lives pieces in a game
The naked emperor walks, to his new clothes we clap our hands
Guess I'm always blinded
By the emperor's new clothes
There's always something lurking
Down the rabbit hole
And in the back of your mind, there's
like a live production
Of The Emperor's New Clothes
Promoter/rappers book me gigs at new venues
You get there and there's just a few menus
A fucking
hearts?
The Emperor's new clothes
Glitter like diamonds, but only to his eyes
Who will risk life and speak this abominable truth?
Adam fit into Eden
the truth is an ugly duckling and to be emperor's new clothes
But sometimes, very rarely
The muse of fate makes the artist turn the flickering spotlight
Styling these hoes
In the emperor's new clothes
Open and exposed
Powder for they nose
Blowing they back out
With this big black
(Please don't say it)
I mean
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