Lyrics:
pray tell, good sir
I give way…
V 12
Knox
With this in mind,
And your permission, sir
I’ve something to say…
V13
Roosevelt
By all means, Knox
slave the
Newspaper went on to have tremendous success
At each stage of his life Douglass was tested
By the powerful odds against him instead of
Giving
of the knights
went their separate ways. Sir Robin rode north, through the dark
forest of Ewing, accompanied by his favorite minstrels.
MINSTREL (singing):
jammed onto the Queen Mary
The blacks were stowed down in the depths of the same ferry
See there's a parallel you have to understand
That they wanted
Let's make a deal I get killed, by a black
If I do, gimme my life back,
On the attack mode, ice cold as I dip ghetto block
Blunt in my mouth, hand on my
past deeds,
…of poisoning his troops with embalmed beef during the Spanish American War.
As Roosevelt said, when he learned of this action,
…this
needs his beauty sleep
Men have become truly week
Look both ways
Before you cross the street
(Jumping niggas frogger
A logger I'm smoking down
paint
The black man with a gun in his hand
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way way back to the first white man
At the very moment when they
God did not make me a fearful person
The only fear I have, is my failure to adhere his path
I would love it just to hear this back
On the ghetto
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
Adversity and distress is on the way to paradise
Enticed by expensive things you can't have patience,
It'll be there waitin',
Take nothing for granted
[Syke
commando gear -- black robes and a red sash
around his head -- is standing by a plan on the wall. He is addressing an
audience of about eight MASKED
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
the keys you broke left no spare
Gotta be the hard way to get out of there
But you look comfortable on that broken chair
Let's have a conversation
It's only
Slay get the K in, let it spray once then spray again to see who's left
From N-E-W Jers' to Y-O all the way to Oak Town
Test us, they'll see you less
your spot!
Everybody hands up! lets go!
Amen, on the runway
Dressed in his best point skies
Amen, fashion, on the runway, work it
Black Jesus dances
mum and most his guys
Way too young but holdin' knives, he'll do that crime with no disguise
Retaliation how he cope with pride, no hesitatin', go
when you're headed in the wrong direction He reached into his faded jeans and pulled out his collection
Coins, mostly Roosevelts and Lincolns
c token
toting, drinking
Riding on our motherfucking enemies
Have you lost your fuckin' mind?
Joe, you're making a terrible mistake i'm
Not gonna let you make it
from goin' under.
The fedarones want to see me dead.
Niggas put prices on my head.
Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed.
I feed em lead.
Now
Lotta pressure when we spinnin'
Fuck it, let a nigga have it hit his block with a blitz
And everybody got a switch, pussy-bitch
Bitch, I'll let
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
Oh, sometimes, I feel more broken, than black
Never taught how to share, can't build, play well or let go of pain
So we claim blocks, lay bricks,
Goodz? I'ma let y'all pick
Crowd chooses the "Tay Roc Goodz" so
Goodz puts his drink down
We up here doin' this like
You ain't get trashed already
Smack
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