Lyrics:
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And no matter what you fighting for I promise that it'll live on
Like Make America great again
Make it hate again
Make it white
Make everybody fight
white (great white)
Brewed up a potion, these niggas gon' bite (gon' bite, grr)
I'm really poppin', they think that I write (think that I write)
Bitch,
Girl, close your eyes
Let that rhythm get into you
Don't try to fight it
There ain't nothin' that you can do
Relax your mind
Lay back and groove with
the old man down,
He never doubted that the rumor was real.
But there the old man stood by the store front,
With his white cane hanging from his belt.
getting slower,
Into an even rhythm
Surrealistic impressions
Drags you further into the great void
Into my own world
Delving into the sanctum of my
into Dennis
Gotta go get it
I ain't stopping till I run up the racks like we playing some tennis
I'm a great white, y'all small fry, Ima blow these
of straw and
patient animals standing around. The mother nods by the side
of the child. Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks
Might even find wifey while I site see
I know you like me and me likey
I am inviting all the striking
Beautiful black and white queens back to my kingdom
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Steve vai (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Warren
losing the beat
Music calls me back to streets
Their rhythm always got me by my feet
On the streets
Their rhythm always got me by my feet
On the streets
take off!||(Sung):|Take off! To the Great White North!|Take off! It's a beauty way to go.|Take off! To the Great White North!||(Spoken):|Decent singing,
Take off! To the Great White North!
Take off! It's a beauty way to go.
Take off! To the Great White North!
Decent singing, eh?
Yeah.
Yeah,
To catchy tunes, performed by the great michael jackson
Imagine, they can't fight the need or the urge to be dancing to my stanzas
I think they sense
but ya line caught the mind of a great white shark
Lets celebrate the new millennium, the year Q-thousand
Walk in, case the joint, play it off like I'm
Dixieland
Now whether you travel by boat, coach, or car,
the Mississippi Delta's ready when you are
It's a great day in Dixieland
We got piano peckin'
Hit you so hard you're Uber got to be a spaceship
I rhyme so smart like a Harvard education
Where the rhythm and flows are the classes that I'm taken
despite the distance in life, I know she's bright
She's dark and I'm white, no racism right, we fight, back each other with fierce plights
What's hers is
shells by the sea shore
Payin' for the guests on that big ass boat
Yo kids, I'm takin' no shorts, back and forth like a meter
Play it crazy, ballin' see
the walking dead
Rep the game, talking trash
Search for fame, cause of cash
I complained and taught 'em that
It's H-I-P H-O-P, motherf*cking A to D
Great
and late night loot in a great mood
Margins are thin but the volume is huge, so sit back and watch the treble move
Today it's all going to be good, peaceful
round behind so me recognize him
Same time me turn back and go greet him
Him a say Sylvan Sparks bleaching a carry string
So him bleach out him body white
…
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
Ren'll be back with the niggaz in the Dodge and the camoflauge
But it after Tahj, a million niggaz no mirage
Creepin' and we're creepin' in your little
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
George duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)
Tom fowler (bass)
Ruth underwood (percussion)
Jeff simmons (rhythm
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