Lyrics:
been a beast
Wildin' in my headphones, red in my stones
Good ganja out, if I die fill up my headstones
With water, dough, acid and gold classics
(Dialogue below interpreted by Cage from the film "Clockwork Orange")
*whispered in the background: "Smoke dust, shoot the cops
Give out
behind the wheel (Woah)
One thing about it, I'ma get money long as I live (Woo)
I can't stop at that red light, I can't keep going, I don't yield
I
of sorrow deep within your soul
And the dark shredding roots will tear through your veins and skin
Death-ripped by demons
Leaping high from salvation denied
Aye when you building something
You gotta start at the bottom
You are listening to the sound of a machine
Trevis T
Built this
Brick by brick but
I'm racking my mind
Out on my grind, passing the time by
I overanalyze, always looking deep into my minds eye
So what's it today
What can I say
they should part you out like an old machine
Why don't we share a meal
Instead of sharing needles
I know a little place
That we will never get
My grand-ma and your grand-ma were sit-tin' by the fire.
My grand-ma told your grand-ma: "I'm gon-na set your flag on fire."
Talk-in' 'bout, Hey
OVO, man's so unruly
South by, ride out, no Suzuki
Got the Austin Powers, a man's extra groovy
Front row, jacket tailor-made
Crackhead swag with
admission fee
But I was sure, house belong to me
They told us to go in stereo
Machine guns 'gainst spear and bow
Egged on by TV cameraman
Someone
admission fee
But I was sure, house belong to me
They told us to go in stereo
Machine guns 'gainst spear and bow
Egged on by TV cameraman
Someone
unless my cock's soft
Long nights by the fire me a Trigger.....go figure
[Chorus]
I'm a desperate rado
Didn't take any practice
A desperate rado
on my high horse shit right now
You the asphalt, I'm in the sky
All you seen was a foreign machine
If I pull off and ride by right now
I ain't got
Yeah, Machine, what up? This a vibe
Cookin' Soul
Vacation house cost a quarter
Milli' for the week
From rubber bands on the wrist to
VV's on the new
the ghettos
QuakeBy all means I've seen I've lived
By 22 years old
50 thousand dollar vehicles I rimmedMy
Dreams start over the
StoveI ran over the globe
on 'em
Machine (ha)
'Cause it ain't too much to it (it ain't too much to it)
It ain't too much to it (it ain't too much to it)
Nah (nah)
Lil' smoke,
I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun
And then you'll run
Is A Divine Play, You Are Praised By Nandi
You Stay On The Peak Of The Greatest Mountain Vindhya, You Give Joy To Vishnu, You Are Praised By Indra
O
Talks soft to me
Behind closed doors he can be so awfully sweet
When he lays by my side
He's my very own real wild child
With his heart of stone
a ghost of a chance
He's moved by the gown that she wears
And the single red rose in her hair
In his mind he places it there
All over again
These
find that strength is truly found in numbers
And you possess the power to destroy those that you work under
Their machine won't operate unless it has
My grandma and your grandma
Were sittin’ by the fire
My grandma said to your grandma
"I’m gonna set your flag on fire"
Talkin’ ’bout ena! Ena! Ena!
I remember a time and a place
Where Herbie had to hide his face
All my money was spent
And I still don't get one red cent
One black face
youths dem have to war over cheese
Wid these big machines that you bring from over seas?
It bun up dem skin like some unwanted disease
Gimme some space
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