Lyrics:
Open your third eye, dawg
I'm serious
The one percent, the rich in positions of power
Live cushioned lives while we fight for ours
24 hours, day
her by the hair and she gave me sweet head
I married her on the day of my wedding, I farted on her neck and I made her eat some eggs
Since this is
If one day there was a way to prove science
Find a cure to all the violence
I would take a knee and let
The prophecy enter the scene
Seen by
trumpet
A third of the sun, of the moon and of the stars turned dark
And a third of the day and of the night was without light
Woe to the inhabitants
but
I'm in first class ticket with a third class ticket
Doing what I gotta to make sure I'm gon get it
If it isn't real talk, then no I'm not with it
I
And forgot who we were
Circles, circles
(Round & round & round & round)
Patterns, patterns
Opened my third eye lid then I grew
( then I grew,then I grew)
the same bitch ass nigga
At the MTV Awards with
The kid, um, Wiz, from "Oochie
Wally" and, um, my man, e e’s a
Young nigga he’s coming up he’s a
Real nigga
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door
I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another
shoot I'd be the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown Xzibit get down
by liftin' iron by the pound
clicks another moment gone
Year by year another relationship quits and another set of songs
Day by day I pick apart my weaknesses to strengthen my wrongs
the stone away
You rolled the stone away!
With resurrection pow'r
You rolled the stone away
With resurrection pow'r
You rose on the third day
With
Presbyterians there
But if you're interested, the fair's in the third weekend of August every year
But don't bother entering the raffle
It's always won by some
of Revelations
When the Seven Seals are broken open on the Day of Judgment
And the seven angels blow their trumpets
When the third angel blows her trumpet
are broken open on the Day of Judgment
And the seven angels blow their trumpets
When the third angel blows her trumpet
Wormwood will fall from the sky
came to me how much of our vocabulary
We seem to get TV now a days
Calling things whatever they call 'em
Even if they collect
First thing that came to me
that it was getting better.
13 And the evening and the morning were the third day.
14 And Leonard said, 'Let there be lamps in the hen house of the farm
This is for my folkers who got bills overdue
This is for my folkers, um, check, one, two
This is for my folkers who never lived like a hog
Me
In these days of changing ways
so called liberated days
a story comes to mind of a friend of mine
Georgie boy was gay I guess
nothin' more
duh
Da da da da da da duh
Leavin' home on a Greyhound bus
Cast out by the ones he loves
A victim of these gay days it seems
Da da da da da da
duh
Da da da da da da duh
Leavin' home on a Greyhound bus
Cast out by the ones he loves
A victim of these gay days it seems
Da da da da da da
swear my nigga shouldn't be dead in first place
I swear the day I got that text that shit hurt me
He was the third I put a 3 up on my jersey
Long live Rob
hurt by women (Yeah)
I'm a drug-abusing, codeine using, modern-day John Lennon (Yeah)
How many Perkys I popped? That really ain't nobody business
But
the motherfuckers that don't fit in (Yeah)
The drug-abusers, codeine users that been hurt by women (Yeah)
I'm a drug-abusing, codeine using, modern-day John Lennon
Hi mina Africa, hi mina, hi mina, hi mina, hi mina Africa hi mina
Hi mina, hi mina, I am Africa hi mina
In the olden days I used to be a king
Four
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