Lyrics:
sprayed by poetic machine gun
Acknowledge existence of a prodigy born son
Even the odds divide come up with the sum
And the remainder will be one
coasting
In and out of range, to maintain
I switch up the timing
Keep surprising, line by line
A continuous jabbing unto you, into your pressure spot
I
Hello boys
Got directions to the bombshell factory?
And a bowflexing nightmare tendency?
Hesitate
Where's the tape, my retired beauty queen?
Hear the sigh from the deep
Kissed by desire, my sick rose in bloom for you
Love eternal, a waltzing wound
To the ends of the earth and beyond, I
a call, you'll be gone by tomorrow
(Pleep)
¿Hablan no inglés? I mean by mañana (Sí)
We want them white girls, I mean that Madonna
(Sí)
We got the fishes,
CALIFOR-NI-A down to JAPAN,
It?s the real McCoy making all that noise,
More FOB than FALL OUT BOY?.
You're never on time
And music?s on all day
And you be
the artist.
Supa fly supa bad shorty you can't top this.
Gotta have a G who can hold down a boss bitch.
What it do make a move pimpin you gon' hit or miss by
and brothers will fall by days of gold.
So if you, boy, come of age,
Yeah, they'll revel in righteousness,
Wiping the smile from your face,
Sad to say,
THAT'S IN MY HEART?
LOVE IS IN THE AIR
JUST A COUPLE OF DAYS AND
BOY I'M MISSING YOU
THINKING 'BOUT ALL THE THINGS
WE USED TO DO
STANDING IN THE RAIN
YOU
Sometimes we disagree,
And all our
Plans they may fall apart
But as long as there is love,
I know together
We'll work it out
Like dad with his strong
the land ad I'm sorry
Reaching for God
But we always stumble and fall
Is there anybody out there
I wanna learn from them
Give me a signal
I just need
for nasty weather
I'd say go on and build a shelter out of my bones and skin
It's just fine if you're not sorry, I'm afraid I may be in time
Try so hard
it? Because
You fall to the waistline when you waste rhymes
Serch got it flowin when it comes to fat beats and basslines
I heard the rumors
The boys all form a line to be written out in time
A long, long, long, long time ago
Emergency
I think I am falling apart
Emergency
I think I am
they?re holding up the progress.
Lets carve the boy to pieces
And then serve him to the press.
Yes, yes.
They thought he was a rock,
Turned out to be
me
The temp was eighty and I'm cruising with my lady
Playing some ralphie pagan, ohh baby baby
I see my home boys and they're cruising in their
soon laid away
And the names of the heroes
I's made to memorize
With guns in their hands
And God on their side.
Oh the First World War, boys
It
I did fall
By the afternoon I settled down
And I waited for the night
The moon moved very slowly
As I turned out the porch light
I dreamed I was lost
the First World War, boys
It closed out its fate
The reason for fighting
I never got straight
But I learned to accept it
Accept it with pride
For
me
The temp was eighty and I'm cruising with my lady
Playing some Ralphie Pagan, "Oh Baby Baby"
I see my home boys and they're cruising in their
go,
Not always bothered by the truth.
Darkened sky on middle day.
Destruction there, so they can't stay.
"Sorry boys", but you're alone.
it is
Let me show you what you missed
Hey, hey, Ashby, remember me?
I am that boy you used to toy
If you can live with what you did
Then both of us are
rock, and roll
And momma raised me independent
Straight up out the projects
Can't believe u ain't died yet
Sending bomb threats
Baby boy I'm blessed
No
May dear God help you
Tralalee, tralalay, tralala,
I must march on to meet my death.'
Ah, comrades, you pass me by,
As though I were done for,
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