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Born of a fallen rib 
From the monkey's womb 
Overcooked by cathode rays 
Evolved to consume 

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Eating from the butcher's
Born of a fallen rib 
From the monkey's womb 
Overcooked by cathode rays 
Evolved to consume 

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Eating from the butcher's
squares with my relatives
That cheese made us constipated couldn't tell us shit
Took that, Taylor Swift to a hundred fucking million, bitch
I'mma let ya’ll
there be Tolls still left to pay 

 If there was a road to heaven
 Made of gold or made out of clay
 Would the Angels wave me up the hill
 Or in my
Tolls still left to pay 

If there was a road to heaven
Made of Gold or Made out of Clay
Would the Angels wave me up the hill
Or in my mirror just
complex inferiority

CHORUS

Oh in the days of old
When things were in control
The greatest empire
That was made of gold
Inventors of science
Hearts of lion
Building the ark by the grace of God
After the foundation was laid
Hewed down the timber and the ark was made
Called in the animals two by two
There was
everybody know, keys open doors (keys-keys open doors) 
But bricks open windows 
Countin' a hundred hundreds, more by more 
Built this form the tile up,
Cassius Clay here I come
26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine
Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you'd better run
99, 100
run
99, 100, 101, 102, your ma won't even recognize you
14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock him clean right out of his spleen."

Well, I don't know,
And those walls of the heaven, were crushed by their force
Fifty dark minded beasts, with their wings of steel
They made a raid to the temple, and it's tower
by myself
I got white gold, rose gold, yellow gold, platinum
Young hoes, old hoes, yellow ones and black ones
I been patiently waiting to get on my
I went to your house a little monkey in the gloom
You were making bacon the punch line came too soon
Made me a beverage thought I had it made
a blunderbuss from underneath her cloak
Now with this loaded blunderbuss - the truth I will unfold -
He made the mayor to tremble and he robbed him of his gold
horns atop his head
In between a mop of hair that's red
And in his nose a ring of gold
It smells of monkey's feet and mold
Its toes are black
Its fur
back again if you try, if you try
This song was made then by you and me
A billion years before these oceans rolled
Oh I can see you burning brightly
You
a blunderbuss from underneath her cloak
Now with this loaded blunderbuss - the truth I will unfold -
He made the mayor to tremble and he robbed him of his gold
Here he comes with a snake on his tongue
Dripping with gold from bad deeds well done
Got a silk new shirt
And a line in stick
He's drop dead gorgeous
Come get your kool on, stars are made to shine

Stars are made to shine

I’m in the double G, three-piece tux
Screaming dressed to kill
Hope somebody
blue-eyed curls of gold
Helen, no one there to be seen
The sun light looks down,
Stripped bear to the ground
Held by the leaves

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Been crowded
And though the road has yet to rise
On these hundred years that passed me by
And the blood with the river flows
Through the crimson field never sung
And no
I'm in a jungle
Lions, tigers and gorillas and shit nigga
It's a lot of monkey ass niggas out here too
How to hustle nigga
Rules, laws, strategy

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platoon leader  but woken by enemy heaters 

Juggernot  on the block  lash shots at armed retreaters 

Why teach it to the utmost unified? 

Fuck
they're gonna get sprayed
        Their intimidator, your Scarface
        What's goin' on (huh) what's takin' place
        I don't wear gold but I clock
don't cuddle, as soon as I get the nut I'm gone
I'm in a class all by myself
I'll whoop your ass all by myself

I got white gold, rose gold, yellow gold