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Coming down new sound
Should be thankful
Dirty riffs Dirty beats Dirty samples
Sell out show take the money
Then we cancel
Frontrows-backrows
and forty days
Surrounded by forty thieves they wanna see me dead
Run away a fugitive and with a price on my head
Wanna know why you can't identify with
Fuckin' around with my sound (city)
Yo, bring backup (city)
Fuckin' with me, and mine
Murderous

Check it, yo
The world is shifty, we livin' just enough for
Y2KMK, why not y'all
Suburban Noize Records with that 2000 sound
(??)

Daydreamin' fazes, time goes by
That's what happens when you get high
Head's
the sounds of hunger pains in his tummy
Nuttin in the freezer, nuttin in the fridge
Couple of 40 ounces but nuttin for the kids
Little man know to eat
self
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get our meat
While we ask no reason for
Ninety seven to two thousand, check it! (Ha! Ha! La!) 

[Wyclef] 
Jericho sound
No Woman No Cry (We 'bout to set it!) 
Yes! Yes! (We 'bout to set it!)
the morning and I've only done one song
20k on champagne in the club, then 20k more just because
That's 40k in three hours but everybody watching my section
Chorus Coming down new sound
Should be thankful
Dirty riffs Dirty beats Dirty samples
Sell out show take the money
Then we cancel
laughin', he like, "What's so funny?"
'Til she drowned out by the sounds of hunger pains in his tummy

Nuttin' in the freezer, nuttin' in the fridge
Couple
the flicks and the rough shit
Packin' nigga's kicks with black pits
Saber tooth, the truth, ha-coot! spit the juice
And let the hot-ass-lead-loose (*gun
(Verse One)
Fillin 'em all, killin a bull, by drillin a hole, willin to skull
And blow torch your asshole when its freezin cold
Stage a raid, invade
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town 
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around 
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
Lubriderm, time took to write this
The war will be fought by the righteous
Who stand criticized by his un Alikeness
Knowledge is the truth and it's
his seat in a rover 
That is his car 

You wouldn't doubt him to shake the most powerful hands of importance 
Changing the world as we know it by
"yeah that's true, but I'm not you're everyday swinger"
To tell you the truth, I'm a well known singer"
Plus I was cold coolin
40 dog in lap
Rings on my
and the pioneers,
Driven by hunger, haunted by fears,
The Klondike miners and the forty niners,
Some wanted freedom and some wanted riches,
Some liked to loaf
Lubriderm, time took to write this
The war will be fought by the righteous
Who stand criticized by his un Alikeness
Knowledge is the truth and it's
my interviews
They don't want to see me on channel 7 news, tellin the truth
Off the project roof, they always have secret spies with eyes
Watchin me
gravity cannot be escaped
Centrifugal force pulls you to the parallel bounds
A manifested thought that cannot be followed by sound
My physical is bound
But
ain't gotta grab the musket
It's all safe and sound, champagne by the bucket
Where them niggas I shouted out on my first shit?
Bo cooking blow, fucking
truth
Yo, here's the forty acres in the mule, hah
You rather get this Mickey D's in the tool, hah

And in the sun I see the way you pull a harsh dreams
homie I'm watched by the police
Cops out patrolling, grab a glock-40
Sniper at the squad car, story noting
Fuck it if you want beef, click-clack, wack
homie I'm watched by the police
Cops out patrolling, grab a glock-40
Sniper at the squad car, story noting
Fuck it if you want beef, click-clack, wack
of the earth searching for truth and triumph
Meechy Darko, Zombie Juice, and Erick the Architect
These are the Flatbush Zombies and this is 3001: A Laced