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Daft Punk Is Dead (Data Punk) · Daft Punk Is Playing at My House (LCD Soundsystem) · Daft Punk Is Playing at My House (LCD Soundsystem) · Discovered: As Sampled by Daft Punk (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Remixes, Vol. 6: Chemical Brothers (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Charlatans Vs. the Chemical Brothers (The Charlatans UK) · Daft [Japan Bonus Track] (The Art of Noise) · Dic. Nii. Lan. Daft. Erd. Ark [Deluxe Edition] (D:A:D) · Daft Wild Sparkling Strawberry Soda (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Daft [Bonus Tracks] (The Art of Noise) – and 90 other albums »


[Chorus: x4]
Hardcore to make the brothers act fools

When I turn a party out, all hands is in the air
Some say it's chill, New York throw chairs
[Chorus] 
Hardcore to make the brothers act fools [Repeat: x4]

[PMD] 
When I turn a party out  all hands is in the air 
Some say it's chill
life
Your brother fuckin' your damn wife
You look for the pearly white gates, but you realize your fate
It's too late, 'cause you hate, you hate
It's too
the brothers act fools

When I turn a party out, all hands is in the air
Some say it's chill, new york throw chairs
The punk funk sound to make a sane man
Shielded by the patron saint of the brothers. Being there is all there is. Living lovely without turning the corner, reaching for a swig brings sweat to his
niggas who splash cops
The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one 
Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner

Word life, I'll be the infamous
Who
up like Bonanza
Catch me in the cut, easy G's is burnin' my gut
As I Remember my menage au trois was mired by sluts
I questionmark your heart,
me (don't tempt me)
Breaking the sweet
Swear this brother ain't classy (no)
Noo that's really killin' my pimpin'(yeah nigga)
I mean really, really
[Soulja Boy]
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, This the remix
V.I.C. You already know what it is man
It's ya folk Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Checkin' in everything
to love you
If you call me baby I'll be always yours

The lady of my life is out o' really feeling.
The real deal, giving you nothing but sex-appeal.
Believe all that unless you jewish
Life is not a dictionary, it's a thesaurus
And I feel like a missionary to a clitoris
The water bearer heir of traditions
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Osirus of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers
It's like this ninety-seven
Aight my
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Osirus of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers
It's like this ninety-seven
Aight
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Osirus of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers
It's like this ninety-seven
Aight
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Osirus of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers
It's like this ninety-seven
Aight
of shots for niggas
Punk, I wake up everyday to cathedral cielings
Jumpin' out my bed, wall to wall marble and pillars
Livin' like the Pharaoh Tut, I'm
Breaking the sweet
Swear this brother ain't classy

No that's really killing my pimping
I mean really, really killing my pimping
Look what you gone made
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Osirus of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers
It's like this ninety-seven
Aight
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Osirus of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers
It's like this ninety-seven
Aight
lyrics 

I ain't tryin't to hear it 

Everyday the industry is gettin' realer 

Sort of like that crack shit being done by the dealer 

Brothers
gone
Thats why I tell my sister I love her
Plus my mom and my brother
Live for today I know im not promised another (another)
You little punk mother
me (don't tempt me)
Breaking the sweet
Swear this brother ain't classy (no)
Noo that's really killin' my pimpin'(yeah nigga)
I mean really, really
beat
My life ain't sweet
It's sort of like finders keepers
And you'll be surprised by some of the shit these finders keep
Keep, I can no longer do
I
Plus my mom and my brother
Live for today I know im not promised another (another)
You little punk mother fucker
I aint got no love for you I got
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Osirus of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers
It's like this ninety-seven
Aight