Lyrics:
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Cause name five MC’s in the game right now who can take me down…
I’ll wait…
Crooked!
We might just have to give em’ the rhythm that they came for
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
George duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)
Tom fowler (bass)
Ruth underwood (percussion)
Jeff simmons (rhythm
This is for my white trash
The ones the whole world hates
The ones who voted for Trump
Then got labeled racist, but ain't
The ones with ball caps,
my ways lifted me Up and then some
Feeling really good can't wait till I Have enough and help another
Out by being able to give back Some
Today i
how we put it down/ MKoT this is my kind of town/ Some movin Vanna White some movin Bobby Brown/ Chi town state of mind this is Soul by the Pound/ Pound
Alright coming up now another request (this one)
This time from the boys down at Anna's Pizza Paradise
A new arrangement of a great oldie in rhythm
Back up, back up, back up, back up
Back up, back up, back up, back up ease off
This goes out to all area crew (yes, yes, yes)
This to my BK crew,
eyes
When I ride it's a murderous rhythm
And outside became pitch black
A demon glued to my back whispering, "Get 'em"
I got 'em, and I ain't give
an albino moose
Surf's up, great whites circle under Poseidon's moon
He's invisibility cloaking dressed in shark skin
Spreading ScRS in markets, tear apart
Sentenced back to back
Run concurrently
Hella at home
In the one constant ever known
Rhythm and uncertainty
Prevent others from hurting me
Disregard all
to be rich off the scales, on this road from rags, this effort paved the way
While looking back at the page, with struggles for better days
Great things
wine
Please don't let me catch you at the red light
Seen you DUI up off of great white
Just know your blood is colored by
Alright, I got time I ain't got
you ever witnessed was on Menace ll Society
Try to sound deep and got masses fooled by your lack of rhythm
I elevate while you perpetuate your
the victims of our own creation
Chasing rainbows that are painted black or white
Watch the struggle of our temptation
Instincts barely keeping us alive
Back
burn
Back in the day when the Church was moved to Rome
White men stole and took control of the throne
They shaped knowledge by consensus to relentlessly
the great divide, and a white man stiff and still,
Lying there by his lonesome self, and I figured it must be Bill.
So I thought of the contract I'd made
Of great changes in technology and
Social mobility we responded to this
Constrictive environment by overcoming our
Fears and developing what came to be
Known
I only want the best of the best, unimpressed by the rest
Make America great again, from East coast to the West
Let real rap manifest, destiny in
Stephen Hawking
You see I mean this shit I'm talking
You don't want no problem
Slave to the rhythm
Shoot my master in his back
Two dope boys, in
tell, we gon make it out the low
Back ya health, thats the wealth, we gon make it thats for sure
Feelin good, feelin great, how bout you you?
Feelin
Gather 'round party goers as if your still livin'
And get on down to the old Slick rhythm
Now this one here is called the Ruler my dear
Its a mere party
a rhythm calling me
The room was light by a blue light by a window
I had a drink and I wondered how I got here
That's when I saw her, she entered through
the worst tapes at a really great price!
Black plastic red and white labels
Taping off the radio or mom and dad's tables
VCR or whatever you like
Recording
Face the great schism of our day-ism
Deism, praying to the newest God-ism
Odd Rhythm, flip the beat and play it now, woo woo
I've got a theory and I
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