Lyrics:
So if you've got a date in Constantinople
She'll be waiting in Istanbul
Even old New York
Was once New Amsterdam, Hey!
Why they changed it I can't say
We must not be intimidated by the authority that they appear to have.
We must be prepared to oppose them on every level,
To fight back in
anything's possible
So step into the fight
He's right there by your side
The stones inside your hand might be too small
But watch the giants fall
Ask
bitch bashing
These rappers be swagger jacking
Clap 'em not, they don't even matter
1-2, this lung been splattered
And I heat a pistol on something
I
Cowell, I can't let you ex-factors survive
Nah, the time's right and they finally limelightin' the god of this rhyme writin'
My mic can only be likened
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
Wight
Gotta put your trust in Jesus, gone be all right, all right
Dark nights, hoping on the other side, we see light
The pain start to get giant, ain't
more fun not being skied by Neem
Handling with Joe and Haak is really blast
They catch all of my throws, even a shitty push pass
Learning the sets took
person, living or dead, or actual events, is purely Coincidental
This is a Shockocracy, this is satire, but Not Sees are real
It's not hard
To be a bard
prize - a pair of tickets
To the factory tour at Campbell's Soup.
Needless to say, we were pretty bummed out
By the way they dissed us when we thought
Come on, let's get the hell outta this joint
Frankie, when they get here we're gonna be dead
I know we are, we don't have a gun (Listen, we got three
Looking at the city on the shoulders of a giant
They'll think my ego so large that I'm stepping on the stars
See the people on the shoulders
the money
He acted real funny
He hocked up a rock and
It TOTALLED my car!
Oh, do you
Know any trucks
Might be bound for THE VALLEY?
I don't wanna
(Quite) not worth just looking?
(Definitely not)
How about Grate Expectations?
(Yes, well we have that)
That's G-R-A T-E Expectations
Also by Edmund Wells
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
seconds left in the game
The Dream team led by one
They knew if they could freeze the ball
The Jacksons would be done
Just then the four young Jackson boys
Spider's for days
Everywhere I looked, there were
More more MORE!!
A spider in my bed
And a spider in my bag
A spider on the ceiling
Now, that might not
sight
Yeah, you might be tall
I've got the sling and stones
I'm not here by myself
I'm not in this alone
One stone in my hand, my palms, they start
brag
I can't tell you which one cause you might go and change something
Nothing in the world is perfect, it might be fucked
I just hadda say something
By
outta this joint.
Woman: Frankie, when they get here wer're gonna be dead, I know we are! We don't have agun!
Frankie: Listen. We got three million...
greater struggles won by one
Oh my,
They tell me I might look like a fool
Oh no
Let me tell ya a little story that I learned in school!
Take five
ahead
Some might be better
But they don't work harder than me
Race to the top
I'm ahead of em
Ed Ed and Eddy
Since Ed Ed and Eddy
Perfecting my educate
a fuse
Incinerating kids in school principal said it was miserable
Missiles are dropping in Israel, Germany, London and Istanbul
Not Godzilla but
You can't be for certain, when things may turn
We might like to drown, or we just may burn
The government won't tell us what they have learned
But
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