Lyrics:
Took our African Religions in plain sight man
By the 1500's Jesus Christ became a white man?!
And when it suits his goal, have you on the frontline
Frozen, as the time just passes by
Have to sing the freedom cry
Of the one who holds you here
Chosen for a life you never called for.
As your body
so they can get some Nike’s and some plain white Ts
When they see you man they ask you what’s your body count
You like 5 6
Nigga I’m 10 12
On the route
your first and last chance for me
'Cause I don't want a white wedding
I told you
I struggled to stay before
Ain't no worry
By letting you in
It's
What I grow pays my bills ya know I ain't ashamed
Some folks say I'm just plain mean, some say I'm insane
A low-life redneck plain white trash who's
fault y'all gone pay
Since they ain't want to listen to me
Or give me the time or day
Kick the door in open up
I will not be turned away
Perk your ears
Know yourself
I'm a complex kid
Love my brother
Got uzis grit
No boujie fits
Plain Ts
Simple ways to emulate a top G
Peace and blessings upon
Those that
fault
I look let down but but I won't go back
Enraged by the rhythm of your drawling word attack
Puff pieces like pastry
So greasy in papers
A minute from
New flow, old flows dodo
Our flow cold, your's so-so
Bars for days, bar raised, pole vault
Suit pop open Slew a knight, suicide, no rope
I'm on some
a all white coup and a stain wasn't near
I'm the drip god n*gga and it's plain and it's clear
He want smoke in a car it's a hotbox
Woah there's a red
my head
I let you go then take you back when I feel good again
cll of your plain white lies
cll that you put me through
Bout time I realize
That it's
Satellite beam
Raining down on me
Hollister jeans
And that plain white tee
25 calls
On my iPhone 3
When I open my eyes
I still can't see
I don't
you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy
With no Vaseline
("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline")
("Now you're gettin' done without
the prettiest sites
Be with your chick
By the end of the night
Damn Mr Specs
That's too damn cold
That's not yours
Just leave it alone
Yeah your right
I be doing
you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy
With no Vaseline
("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline")
("Now you're gettin' done without
the darkness is my fault
And I never skipped a day
But the footsteps just won't trace
So I can't even tell you
Yea
Getting choked by the hands on the clock
You
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
enough)
Forty large on a plain Jane
That's not a bluff (That’s not a bluff)
Top off in a light rain, don't put it up
(Don't put it up)
Thirty cars
Still
something did go down,
It wasn't my fault, don't twist it around.
You misunderstood, it wasn't my intent,
Nothing's black and white. Get your panties unbent.
I saw your girl by MC New York slick D
Copyright, all rights reserved boy!
In eighty-eight
Ayy yo, don't want to diss you
but your girl's a freak
many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have
permission
Here’s the dos and the don’ts
Written in plain black and white
Yeah I just want reciprocation
All the wrongs and the rights
Since when did love
no yellow paint the front porch looks plain and sad
That old swing made me smile bout the times that we had
I can't remember if it was your fault
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
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