Lyrics:
All of my imagination
Even my self-preservation
Is yours in time
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter Furler, Steve Taylor and Phil Joel
©©2002
philosophy and
Dialectical vagaries
I think that communism can fester
Only wherever and whenever it
Is encouraged to breed - not
Just by the Communists
my house never wanted a trade
Music my life
Thank God I can live it
You say it take time
Thank God I can give it
Don't get rewinds
I charge by
that special chord
One can only release by screaming with the power that is yours
Vigor of Captain Planet, save the home that you adore
That pollution is
bananas they really gon peel it
Mask over the grill but still gon sear it
No talking if you walk by keep walking
Pay for my time that mortgage
Not splitting
could touch that bitch
Shoes my Maurie, piss by the month, he cut shock shit
Anything from my hoes when I ask, I get it
In the Cadillac I kick it,
solemn oath, he said, Allah is the witness over what we
Have said
And he said, O my sons, do not enter by one gate, but enter by different gates
And I
I'm thinkin' oh brother, I don't wanna go to jail
So I picked my gun up, and put it to her head
It's crazy, but it's not a big deal
All we need is
strips
Over time my heart turned blacker than the color of my tips
If you can't tell by all my actions, bet your ass I'm bout my shit
I've been trippin'
the mentals
First saw Big Daddy at the place called Union Square
If you went in by yourself, it was a terror
See, I could do that 'cause my crew is kinda
a half a foot off the finger
Custom seats are amazin' tellin' nobody could touch that b****
Shoes my Maurie, piss by the month, he cut shock s***
You're not alone
Anywhere you go, I follow
We are the children of the sun
That's all you need to know
Bitch I'm a moon walker like Michael, sky walk
a milli
Got the Lil Uzi bars, but no I'm not from Philly
Got this Rollie on my wrist and it's the opposite of silly
When I pull up to your block, I look for
sent to you
My Lord will make another people succeed you, and you will not harm him in the least
Surely my Lord is guardian over all things
And when our
since eighty-six
One of the first bosses to hit the independent lick
Y'all know my dawgs is the see L I see K
Them true boss ballers that done paved
stingers
Address you crossly, corporal clinger
Attention all freaks with newer footing
My radio is not played by Cuba Gooding
Now, who's assuming that
moved to Jers' so we could get a better life
But little did she know a ghetto is a ghetto
Good times found myself like Jimmie Walker sayin' "Cello"
moved to Jers' so we could get a better life
But little did she know a ghetto is a ghetto
Good times found myself like Jimmie Walker sayin' "Cello"
it
Lil bit o lemon pepper
Promise you might like it (mm)
Just forget to mention what they eatin on
And it's a riot (he he)
My t-shirt is hot
You might
stuff
Bible on my lap let's take a trip it's time to buckle up
Riding with David D I call him David Daytons
That's my right hand man this is collaboration
absorbed it
So don't blame me for the caution
Cause I ain't trying to get lost, no
I cannot afford it
Nah, this is not my love song
I mix my magic 'til
machine sold separately) it's
Not exactly seamless integration
And at times it is
So overt that it feels like a
Comment on the culture of branding
Maybe
*
Over half the world's population is starving,
Crucified by the greed of landowners,
Helpless against the imbalance of priorities
Practiced by
Street
Numbers set by stock movers, buy my tip so I can touch
Not for no print size, plate saint, white wasted H20
Four coats'll make it glaze
Beams
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