Lyrics:
freedom. Now I've dropped my
mud.
ALL HEADS: Halt! Who art thou?
MINSTREL (singing): He is brave Sir Robin, brave Sir Robin, who--
ROBIN: Shut up! Um,
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
dresses, (?)
He don't even smoke but tell Butter roll an ounce
Cause I'm way too fucked up and I'm too turnt up
And I brought my own shit and I do my own
to him.)
PILATE
I will not have my fwends widiculed by the common soldiewy.
(He walks slowly towards the other GUARDS.)
PILATE
Now ... anyone else feel
Breakout
Asteroids, Galaxian, Donkey Kong
And Frogger
Games, all in a row, he steps more quickly
As if greeting old friends
This, I realize
Is a sort
Yeah
It's my tape, man
Listen to my tape
(I've waited, I've waited
Time went by
All I could do is cry
Silly, silly)
Woo
If I was your best
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
upon
To finally overcome this
Downward trend and to evolve beyond our fears
The fearless type
The very first thing i remember in
My early childhood is
Yeah
It's my tape, man
Listen to my tape
(I've waited, I've waited
Time went by
All I could do is cry
Silly, silly)
Woo
If I was your best
friends with my mentor, No I.D.
And No I.D. told him
"Look, man, if you wanna mess with Kanye you gotta tell him that you like the way he rap"
I was all,
regimen
To keep myself busy
Every day he suggested working out
But I know my body ain't built
For that there's Al, whose cell is
Across from mine he's
He's a friend of mine, ( He is a friend of mine, )
I don't say much, but I speak to Him every day,
He's always there, to help me find my way,
I
In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
a Crow in the most
Unique and ingenious way my struggle is
The blueprint to absolute accomplishment
I am the mastermind behind it
All our determination
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
way
Round in circles I'd go
Longing to tell you
But afraid and shy
I'd let my golden chances
Pass me by
Soon you'd leave me
Off you would go
In
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
friend is a tree, and in his
spare time he's a stockbroker. Gervaise Brook-Hampster (M.P.) is in
the Guards, and his father uses him as a wastepaper
to an end
The enemy or the enemy is better as a friend)
Last couple days before Shiro's gotta pay
Needs to get Kyron down, thinks he's figured out a way
in my family
Named Danny
And I'm not sure
Where he is today
He's Vera's son
And we visited them once
And he showed me music
That he
Made on his
watchin', he just peekin' in
I know I made a promise that I'd never let the reaper in (Jesus)
But lately, I've been losin' all my deepest friends (Lord)
watchin', he just peekin' in
I know I made a promise that I'd never let the reaper in (Jesus)
But lately, I've been losin' all my deepest friends (Lord)
my nigga, let me ask this question
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)
Uh when shit hit the fan,
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