Lyrics:
for our downfall
Fuck every thing you do and your all crew
I make songs you make noise with no style
This time there ain't time
convict me for kickin black on wax
I walk the street with a battle axe
Life ain't nothin but a piece of existence
Cause when you die, you'se a past
band
Two bands
Fifty bands okay
Everything comes at a cost
You believe in karma I believe in a boss
Ain't apologizing for the way that I win
But father
an African genotype
The flesh of Rock 'n' Roll and Disco
Was Micheal Jackson's skin tone
Until he Bleached it
It all goes to show that Blackness is Soul
to our casino, 'cause you and me know
Hundred percent like a c-note
Lookin' for a b**** that's half-black and Filipino
And when I meet her I'ma offer
to 10
Keepin in a cool place from Uncle Ben
You know you messin' with a nigga
That do this for a livin'
Put two in the street while
There's two in
was in
the days when they had some serious, you know, they had some good taste, these guys. I mean, they were
playing rock'n'roll and there was heavy
love
I want your soul
Come on baby, let's have a good time
Lalalalalalalala
Sweet Rock'n'Roll
for the man"
Nothing could stem New York’s
Strange folk-punk tide
In '68 came David Peel on the Lower East Side
He recorded an album on the streets
the glide should be much safer than a suicide
Soul control, beat is the father of your rock'n'roll
Music for whatcha, for whichin', you call a band, man
Saw em drop it like it
Was way too hot and too fast
For hip hop doo wop rock or bop
Ain't here to hurt you
Don't hang in them circles
Government
soul
A rebel armada - Kettering, Granada
It ain't my fault that I never grew up - I got bitten by your bug
And I still love rock 'n' roll, I still
on the line
A big shot to claim some rocks and shine
Signs of a soul gone solo
Robbed blind
A very small part of half the worlds crime
Runaway child blown by
y'all, a-gimme whatcha got
'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock
I said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike
What are you waiting for?
I said a hip
surprise horses in this stable
Just two albums in, I'm the realest nigga on this label
Mr. Black President, yeah Obama for real
They gotta put ya face
then you're paid
Buy your own Group Home all Aceyalone
But if the Project get Blowed De La Soul rolls on
Stay out the Celly Cel get your Melle Mel
And be
whatever fee or publicity never lose your integrity
For years there's been surprise horses in this stable
Just two albums in I'm the realest nigga on this
behind it, my brother Stan, rest in peace (what?)
He gave me this hat twenty-two years ago (damn)
It's my favorite
Can I see that shit for a minute?
whatever fee or publicity never lose your integrity
For years there's been surprise horses in this stable
Just two albums in I'm the realest nigga on this
I just want it, I just want it all
Ain't nothing like sex, drugs, and rock n' roll
I need a Stratocaster, made of solid gold
Everybody thinks they
bottles of Perinon
So for life it's murder
Ice burners, stacks and trucks
We after bucks, mother fucker!
Murder INC.
[Black Child]
Murder INC.'s
god! That's a Rolly wet
It's flooded with these rocks
I was selling rocks, started on the block
Now I'm overseas, I get a 50 for a walk
I got lots
Call my Dusk wildin I rapped any time for Black Helicopters
Smash a teleprompter blast in front the Black Sabbath concert
First role hospital nurse blow
take you, back into time - follow dis here
One way out, this black hole
For this black soul, shit is outta control
I'm fightin' for my position
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