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villainous beast
This angel of death

They hear the noise
The people in the town
They cringe in fear
Frightened by the sound
A sacrifice is required
Wale, I kick it, I kick it like Olindo 
I wear my Nike boots in Gucci 
I don't wear no Timbo 
I kick it any tempo 
I'm lifted off the indo 
I'm
So sweetly perfumed 
And poor Mark Antony's 
Senses were drowned 
And his future was doomed 

He was blinded by love 
He was blinded by love
Monica sighed
Rolled on her side
She was so impressed that she just surrendered
She was moved by his wheels
She was just up from wales
He was
A black gelato van
Finished for the day,
Met with Arthur's taxi head-on
Down St.Kilda way

(By the Prince Of Wales).
That was the way that Arthur died
beast, this angel of death

They hear the noise, the people in the town
They cringe in fear, frightened by the sound
A sacrifice is required to live
Must
We on a world tour 
Wale your man hustlin' in each and every ghetto with the mic in my hand 
New York, VA, DC, get paid
We on a world tour Wale
shook a hand I didn't like
Royal Prince of Wales or working Joe
Though I know life's one long rocky hike

Never met a man I didn't like
In all of my
shook a hand I didn't like
Royal Prince of Wales or working Joe
Though I know life's one long rocky hike
Never met a man I didn't like.

In all of my
and graces, correct easy paces
Without food so long I've forgot where my face is
I'm Bert, Bert, I haven't a shirt
But my people are well off you know.
sailors you're still dry
The outlook's fine though Wales might have some rain
Saved again.

Let's skip the news boy (I'll go and make some tea)
Arabs
sailors you're still dry
The outlook's fine though Wales might have some rain
Saved again.

Let's skip the news boy (I'll go and make some tea)
Arabs
Don't want to be on no rooftop
Frying in the afternoon sun
Don't want to sit by no fountain
Listening to the man-made stream run
Just want
was walking
By Brisbane Waters I chance to stray
I heard a convict his fait bewhaling
As on the sunny riverbank he lay

I am a native of Erin,
New South Wales
This fifth day of July, in the year of Our Lord nineteen
Hundred and thirty five

Why must I apologize every time that I sit down
the Yorkshire Dales
Or cycling tours of the North of Wales
Unenvious of those flea bitten
On continental flings

A solitary life
A life of small horizons
Dull
Inspired by women, niggas say that I treat em different
Niggas be bitches, hoes be bitches, I don't see no difference
Shawty my aim is different, DC
Tell me your psalms and I'll tell you mine
Manic preachers
Slippery road to wales
Boat with no sail
Sending people off the rails
An angel's
it just the same, hey

[Verse 2]
Hail John Holt, Alton Ellis, Delroy Wilson, Dennis Brown, hey hey
Big Youth, Josey Wales,
Daddy Roy would wake
round us
And the winds a-blowin' gale
I'd rather have drowned in misery
Than gone to New South Wales
There's no time for mischief there they say
Remember
Aye, the footmen are frantic in their indignation,
You see, "The Queen's took a taxi herself to the station!"
Where the porters, surprised by her
just
Just staying away from time
Just watching it like a river as it slowly washes by
Washes by

And now
Pictures of people taking
Pictures of people
won't know what you did without it 

Well you slept
You met interesting people
And you slept with them
I'm up against the wall now 

Hotel room,
special or not?
I love you do you love me?
Am I special or not? 

we should be there by morning
We've done so well so far
We should be there by morning
I am a courier
Crawling in the dirt
Toward the front line
As the crow flies
A note stashed in my shirt
From the Prince of Wales
Far above