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The City Bushman - In Answer to "Banjo," and Otherwise by Henry Lawson - Part A
IT WAS PLEASANT UP THE COUNTRY, MR. BANJO, WHERE YOU WENT,
FOR YOU
this coming from?
Woah
The first blackberry on the new blackberry bush
On the hill by the sea that we both burned down
Watched in pain from the beach,
a drug deal gone wrong
Figured out a lot, you won't be that way long
Plus, you niggas is bush leaguers
And I bet y'all ain't get no bush either
My hood
crew
So what you do, is back up if you work for Bush
Cause all the Presidential prison pushin politicians
gotta get MUSHED, gimme back my land you
it
But your publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace
Honest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin'
And he can't dress dog who styled 'em
it
But your publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace
Honest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin
And he can't dress dog who styled 'em
It was
the wall
Would answer the call
Of the Savior who claims
All our fear and our doubt
Even the stones would shout
They'd cry your name aloud
Every bush, every
albums, self-produced, and yet they wonder, my nigga
Billboard toppin', independent, we still under, my nigga
You know my body, we just vibin'
from the bush bungalow
Unnuh watch it, mek I clear out my voice now, Figaro
Emerge from the darkness with mi big blunt a glow
Mi hammer dem ah slam
know that's who dem ah wait pon
Come in the form of bush but is Really reagan
The real bush died since September Eleventh real emergency but no
These are the people of the longhouse
These are the people that you tried to break
These are the people of the pines
Who follow the code
who like us, is just to listen
What comes from us directly, like this now, and the album of course.
Kiske:
Yeah, especially the album.
Schwichtenberg:
from the bush bungalow
Unnuh watch it, mek I clear out my voice now, Figaro
Emerge from the darkness with mi big blunt a glow
Mi hammer dem ah slam
who-who
Never been the type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push
No friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese
I'm a pitbull off his
who-who
Never been the type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push
No friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese
I'm a pitbull off his
and Chronic stood as basically all that I would
Ever listen to and when I bought my first Onxy album, I started bumpin' them
Naught By Nature, Mobb Deep
and events. Following his father's way of life who was as a club house dj. He received an award of recognition in 2013 from Business of Fashion hosted by Asaoke
and events. Following his father's way of life who was as a club house dj. He received an award of recognition in 2013 from Business of Fashion hosted by Asaoke
have
Therefore, I sound nothing like you
I get listens by doing just what I do
I feel entitled to go and get the title
I fuck with streams and yeah, I
make a plan, a plan
The man who made this album
I hope the outcome
Is how I wanted
I am being taunted
By idiots
Y'all is hideous
This album shall be
past tin foil, now we're into carbon fiber
Lead-lined, combine, bigger, faster, lighter
Delivered from the air by commercial airliners
Plausible
on heaven child
Who am I?
I made your mouth
I can make you speak
I am worthy enough
For both you and me
I see the bush is burning
And I'm hearing you say
on the battlefield
Who's really real
Is it determined by how many niggas you shot
How many glocks you done popped
How many cars you copped
Who's really real
It ain't
Before i go id like to say a few things. this album was completed on january 15th 1991. By now the war has probably started and a whole bunch
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