Lyrics:
lives are took
I can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. Bush
Death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks
Dear Mr. President you had
free, let's set ourselves free
In time, beyond the impossible
Breaking through every obstacle
By faith from the intangible
Objects, they are exchangeable
back to Constantinople
No, you can't go back to Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Why did Constantinople get the works
That's nobody's
aight you listening? Look
Look you can't educate me about bagging up
I've been doing this ting from day one and I
Can't see one guy that I think's
from experience that they won't roll by,
With a scowl and a frown
We'll keep our peckers down
And prepare for depression and doom and dread,
We're
experience from you.
Ah, no experience. Well I'm sorry Mr Smith.
Does that mean there's no job?
Goodbye Mr Smith.
Oh no job.
Document, for the present
All
know me
Ya vision not sharp
Ya vision can't see the light proper, ya see?
[Talib Kweli]
Movin the crowd like cattle from here to Picadilly Circus
and both hands free
No one?s paying much mind to him
The V.A. budget?s just stretched so thin
And now there's more coming back from the Mideast war
We can't
police
Ready to run dope from here to the Middle East
And call me Mr. Paul
Cause I be smokin muthafuckas like Steven Seagal
Mr. Killa, the ghetto
he collect it
Can't even get a job cause he got a jail record
So what's left? No hopes of a career
So yeah, he's callin' Mr. Welfare!
Mr. Big
Mr drug dealer
Mr drug dealer
Mr drug dealer
The night is ‘75 there was this chick named Janet
A pregnant heroin addict who said she didn't
get the fuck outta here" too, after a while
She gave me some time, but like, I was twenty years old at this point
She was like, "nah, you gotta get
Yo, 'Law
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?
Yeah
Mr. Fuck-a-Cop is back
And I still don't give a fuck, ya know I'm sayin'?
police
Ready to run dope from here to the Middle East
And call me Mr. Paul
Cause I be smokin muthafuckas like Steven Seagal
Mr. Killa, the ghetto
sitting here wondering what the fuck I’m to do
Singing Hey Mr Hey mr Hey Mr oooh
Hey Mr. Mr can you tell me whats wrong
I’ve heard you’ve got the answers
hand from you
Here's your proof, here's your proof
Case closed, there's the proof
I heard them say I should give it up
That it must be a phase, Zane
whenever I'm with you
I can go on forever telling you what I'll do
But where you at? You're neither here nor there
I swear, I can't find you anywhere
whenever I'm with you
I can go on forever telling you what I'll do
But where you at? You're neither here nor there
I swear, I can't find you anywhere
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In
Hey, Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me
In
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In
and it's going to
Get better as it goes, but if I have an idea
I just do it i just go for it
Yeah that's cool
There's a certain fearlessness about
You which
will
Way to many brothers get took for large sums but me
You can't be frail and don't be light with ya narrow ass
Gain ya weight
Drink beer by
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