Lyrics:
without the threat of death,
But soon we found
That boredom and inertia are not negative,
But all the law we know
And dead are Will and words like
just my luck
Sluts, hoes, bitches, tramps, all of the clits get down
When it comes to certain purchases they can't go get with stamps
But before I got
mine, guess that was just my luck
Sluts, hoes, bitches, tramps, all of the clits get down
When it comes to certain purchases they can't go get with
the mysteries emerge
Eve bears the stigma of original sin.
Freedom's so hard, when we are all bound by laws
Etched in the scheme of natures own hand, unseen
the hardcore, set on down by every law
Moving in your Lex trecks out a sextivity
At its highest level of funktagious served in major
He's the real Mabel,
motherfucker!
Shot the joker in his mouth
Bullet went through his jaw
Had to take his momma out 'cause I'm down for the cause
Fuck the laws if they come
Then
To buy the cops and props and keep the law paid
But here comes the Jack of Spades
Jack, Jack, Jack
Jack, Jack, Jack
(One, two, three)
Break it down
my heart and you along beside me
We'll burn down all the schools
That taught us there's nothing better than
To live by all the rules
Made by
All my niggas T.T.G. they Trained To Go shawty
Kick a door shawty
Lay down on da floor shawty
Trained To Go shawty I'm all about that fuckin' bread
born in December, five days before Christmas day
Haunted by the ghost of the Christmas past
Didn't wanna blind him so I kept my wrist tilted this way
For your wild ride - it requires
Two lost souls per seat
At least five foot five
Chorus:
--And I don't wanna' go
For a ride
Down to Miseryland
Trapped
Brooklyn niggas comin through these streets
Connect it with 5 boroughs and the shit gets deep
Open your eyes, hoping that these people get by
Real recognize
politics
I wish that time could go by fast
Somehow they manage to make it last
My brain is hanging upside down
I need something to slow me down
down for more than two years now
My world is crumblin, time is hard they were before, but oh my god!
Mama mad at pops cause he ain't workin
But
and turn it down
The rocky road and all the way
To Dublin
Whack-fo-lol-le-ra
Well in Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary,
Started by
Someone talks to themselves by the t.v.
Someone is selling flags and gum
Someone is buying a horoscope
Because the stars are concerned about them
You
J5 Blackalicious (Blackalicious, Blackalicious, Blackalicious)
Yo
We take a journey through music right now
We take a journey through music
volatility can't wear me out
The cowbell's ring doesn't bring me down
My stacks of loot arrive now by armored car
No remixed sweet sixteen party show compares,
Five-o-clock, and the workday's done. Headin' home to my kitchen.
Five-o-clock, and the workday's done. Soon he'll be out a pickin'.
When the sun goes down
the end
And I played baseball but I never pitched right
Walked 4-5 people, lose by ‘least five
Played all the sports that my mom put me in
I was never
pouring down Through muffled cries
They said to trust the science
Well that's just what I'm doing
I'm just not stupid
Not foolish
Led by political influence
Not a nine to five
Working day and night
Cause I just might
Crumble down and die
Double-crossing bitches
Playing me for a fool
When the truth is clear
down,
All the dimes say they wanna ride when I roll by, yeah
And niggas dissin' when they goin' live,
Don't give no fuck, we on they mind just like every
down
Floor 7
Been this town
Floor 6
Hometown
Floor 5
Slow it down
Floor 4
Touchdown
Floor 3
Get the crown
Floor 2
Close it down
cnd we don't have
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