Lyrics:
Yeah, this is DJ Seven Deuce, live at
Club Runyon, all girls with burgundy hair get in free
G-Unit in the house, what up, baby?
Performin' live
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
in the car
GQ: Is it true that you wrote the
Songs for Channel Orange in three weeks?
Frank Ocean: yeah
Then I worked on them for nine
Months
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
should be
But now let's go a few blocks over to 7-3
Channel 2 says at the mall twelve cops got shot
Cause there's eight hundred sisters taking over
dimensional comic clips
Hollywood babbles on,
on and on and on and on.
[Chorus]
Channel 7, eyeshades of grey
Too close but two worlds away
Plan 9, her
wanna see me take no lives
Play with the funk, open up your trunk see who survives
I'm servin' the murder by the pound, a hundred and fifty rounds
Because I leave when it's bright
And comes home the next night
But that's the life that I live understands me
It's bad enough that Po-Nine tried ta can me
in Queens
Tune into channel zero
Everybody in Brooklyn
Everybody in the Bronx
Everybody in the world
Tune into channel zero
I live in Queens,
clips
Hollywood babbles on
on and on and on and on and...
Channel 7, with shades of grey
Too close but two worlds away
Plan 9, hello may
Too close but
but peacefully cause we think that peace is only got
by peaceful methods and that to fight the establishment
with their own weapons is no good,
because
to your knees like a sit-up, bitch
Get too live for the crew, Two-9
We're the new 2 Live Crew, give up, bitch
Send 'em all to Hell, (?)
Spit it like
Oh, we are live, y'all
One, two, three, four, a revival
Five, six, seven, eight, inside, y'all
Nine, ten, it don't stop
Let's do it again, let's
to marry then I got disqualification by
The woman I chose to spend my whole life with
Now I gotta live with the fact that I'll never show ma teeth I
Wish I
in Queens
Tune into channel zero
Everybody in Brooklyn
Everybody in the Bronx
Everybody in the world
Tune into channel zero
I live in Queens,
Because I leave when it's bright
And comes home the next night
But that's the life that I live understands me
It's bad enough that Po-Nine tried ta can me
false alarm
They want to do us harm like I'm nervous
Live inside a glass house
They want to bring us down
Then drag us out
It's all about niggas that
furry pants
War paint, circling a duralog
Boar face, devil by his side like a service dog
Schlock purist, watch the block burneth
One o'clock prophets
Mastermind, holdin through crimes
Seen my fams Hill and Pah lowered in the ground
Hold my crown, hold my nine
Me and mama down ya shine, waited too long
suckers hittin' 'til snitches start smellin' it
Movin' niggas with telekinesis
Keepin' Channel 7 at work, filmin' different features
Leadin' niggas
by being
As fluid as possible they
Move with the flow of events and
Then gently channel them in
The direction of their choice, exploiting
The moment
message
Ayo what they plan to do when I'm gone?
I ain't got a nine to five I got a twenty-four-seven
That's right nigga no days off
I'm a misguided
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