Lyrics:
the morning
Alright a Faith Journey
Consist of three rules to survive
Each of these
Crucial if you do not wanna die
I recognize
To some this may come
'd come down here and fuck shit up?
And that's what you was doing till you got the curtain call
Ran into Clay-Doh and he wrecked your cervical walls (ha ha)
like I ain't home
Drivin' by myself, ain't got nowhere to go
I just took two 30s, now I'm in my zone
Are you really here for me? I don't know
Are you
the honeybee sting brings cupid
Skins in here
Make 'em run around buckstupid
Uhoh, yeah, chosen in there
So shake ya derriere
Now, the brother that you
awhile,
And told him all the sadness
Of those years that numbered three.
Well you know I think my fate's belated
Because of all the hours I waited
down round San Jose
Where I stayed with you three weeks & four days
And I never took the chance to say
I`d like to stay here in San Jose
Not a day goes
And, and, bass up the track a little bit
'Cause I, I'm here I want to hear that
Boom-bish, boom, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, yeah, you know
No ifs, no ands, no buts, no grins
We after you, so what you do is count to three, then click your shoes
Then out the door, back to your hoe, down
(We would like to do one more song for you, folks)
(Now remember y'all
For those of you folks are gonna be here for two days
All you got to rely
can take it fast or take it slow
Either way baby how you want it to go
Get your ticket get your popcorn time for the show
I'm going down down baby
Yo
a theory of everything that makes due sense
But don't you know
Whether quantum or dynamic
In thought or by standard
That the moment you know something it
down
Take me to.. Ghost here they come now!
Errr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch dog
Turned down Hill, light the Marley spliff
Run! I will
QC emcees
I'm with the crew check it out
No debate no no no
Rise with you here we stay yo yo yo
Time to take never wait no no no
No no no
Time
From a town in Louisiana on the wrong side of the tracks,
came a rowdy Ragin Cajun by the name of Rupernac,
He was harder than a hickory long
down in the hall of fame
Got the voice that stops you in your tracks
Put the wiggles up and down your back
We're the prize in your cracker jack
Sugarhill
hear my cry
Can you hear my cry
Lord I’m damn near bleedin out my eye
If I see it and need it it’s all mine
By any means necessary down to the small
incredible
Released three CD's in three seasons, don't let me catch you
And you shouldn't really speak to me unless I let you
(Wait Nick, come talk to me!
star
Or are you better off without it?"
Cause I mean maybe the world would be better
If we were all just uncreative drones
No dead child, hood dreams
the war
Tik-tak click-clack bodies drop to the floor
Yeah I pull up to your crib with my ten by four
In the matte black foreign with the butterfly doors
I
Coming off the bench but you know we ‘bout to ball now
Dropping 3’s like dominoes but no we never fall down
Teams be stepping up to take us ooh we
the method
You think you do put it on the table we'll test it
You can test ours matter-fact we suggest it
You won't be let down by the King, Mr. Majestic
Are you insane like me
Been in pain like me
Bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me
Just to pour that mother fucker down the drain like
times
Collision on the track
The fiction turning into fact
No-one dares to look back
Best you start to prepare
For the harvest ahead
All you lose is
up feel the pain and peep the torture
I’m too grown I ain’t looking for no hoes nah
It’s traumatizing watch em people kick the door down
It’s sold now
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