Lyrics:
To your door, visit courtesy of Tuskadero
Now where they going, from Detroit, yeah the capital
Which made us national, seven miles with haters after you
oft disturbed
See these rhymes like a taxi, my way off the curb
National scenes blurred, my stray words should serve
Run no pedal tracks free like gold
We getting wrecked by these labels with no latex
Selling sex we wear our worth around our necks
These itty-bitty Fool
Minuscule mumbling mouths
of dangerous national terrorists
they trust in collected files cos figures never lie
All his counter evidence
Were blocked by their arrogance
A criminal
You're the Louvre Museum
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet
A Shakespeare's sonnet
You're Mickey Mouse
You're the Nile
przemyślane
Widzę, że ślizgam się, napinam mięśnie
Nie trzeba być zamkniętym, by być więźniem
Widzę, że jestem, napisałem requiem
Zresztą chuj wie co
drop
Down, high break, free from they Glocks
Make prisoners out in Rikers Island think outside the box
This couldn't have been predicted by the Mayans
Beat they ass and take they cash
And them project hoes I don't trust 'em
Niggas fall in love with them but everybody fuckin' 'em
I'm talkin' national
ask why before passin' me by
The best things in life is what I heard are free
Michael Jackson will definitely tell you the story
It's the darkman
Going to drop off some yeh and your ass jacked the fuck up
By some nigga's that you know baby
'cause most nigga's on your block straight be shady
Out
that already know ? my foes
I celebrate with a 3-by-3 ounces of mochaccino (Yeah yeah)
If you're for me ? don't even call me a hero
I'm just a simple man
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's
what it means to survive
This world is crumbling I'll take my flaws
With me and beyond you
Beneath it all...
"Family values" with national pride
of the nation
In the state with the densest population
The Garden State, where the gardener wrecks it
I tell people where I live by the exit
Joisey, where
not look at pictures painted by presidents and unemployed prime ministers
In times of national peril, abomunists, as reality Americans
stand ready
fight for a new world - a decent world that will give men a chance to work - that will give youth a future and old age a security. By the promise of these
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