Lyrics:
up your zen" (I got you, nigga)
Look, rollin' big backwoods, the dog style
(Uh, huh) my niggas lurkin' broad day
Not only when it's dark out
(My niggas
Stumbling past your house baby
At the break of the day
I thought I saw your silhouette
Dancing cross the shade
And I went down to the mission
I
Phantoms of his bloody past
The glorious days of old
Horizon fringed with flame by night
Kingdoms bound for gold
The red tide drove the rogues of war
Ask yourself why we just get by
While we struggle to maintain, bring sight to the blind
Up against the machine the "Bush Killer" remain
In between
from yesterday
Put 'em on bean, yeah, put 'em on all the schemes, yeah
Put 'em on lean, yeah, they whippin' them new machines, yeah
By any means,
"'The Charabanc Trip' by Ivor Biggun accompanied by Robin Langridge, aged 14, at the piano forte.
Music maestro please!"
On the map of North Notts
defend it now yuh know
Mi just decide fi rub out from old dog to crow
Chat bout machine yuh tink a same ting mi sew
Guns dem save up from it nah Vietnam
open of rap with an arcade token
But the machine's broken
No more lives
Come on by
Wait on line
Take low dimes for rhymes and chime in with a punchline
and pray
That some day I'll go soft
And try to swing with a gimmick and fall off
Runnin' with dogs you can't call off
Isolate to eliminate
That's
a-talking to me
It's just the same as talking to you
I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day
I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay
I said "Fee, fie, fo,
a-talking to me
It's just the same as talking to you
I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day
I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay
I said "Fee, fie, fo,
in different colors, I believe
In the sewing machine, I've lost myself
Memories inside my heart are there to grieve
Color-coded by the love he gave
and pull
Stitch, sew, I tried
Stitch, sew, you're alive
80 degrees, hemmed by reveries
Iron out saudade and wrinkles unfold
Off-grain fabric tells
RZA came and got me, this what I came to do, come on
Ring the bell so it's time to eat
Brick Dog stash weed inta AMI-seats
Bomb inside the palm
4. Lion King morning time score, bird song, dog barking, snoring,
5. Sound professor from Cornell struggling with recording, bird song recorded by
One day I was in deep contemplation
The state of humanity had my brain racing
Infuriating, I had to pinpoint an answer
No longer would I ponder what
couldn't handle
Joey kept the coke stashed
By his baby moms crib
And a couple of grams of weed
Stashes at the back of his car sit
One day the cops went
said that
The dull ones would never understand Cass to
The men she was simply a sex machine and they
Didn't care whether she was crazy or not
And Cass
the dark
Yeah, Radio man I'm talking to you
And you machine beat junkies
That have locked your doors
Will get diseased by the rock-n-roll whore
If I dared
yet
I'm not dead yet
I'm a mad dog fighting with the wall against my back
You better get a bigger gun I'm not dead yet
I've been machine
Who get run over by a bus drive by a guy
Who smokes three and a half packs a day
"Sorry officer, I didn't see him, I was too busy smoking!"
Rich 100 show them how you do it
Pre approved they already ran a soft credit check
If it still say delivered I ain't ready yet
It's a great day
procession passed me by
First there came a kangaroo with a swag of blankets blue
A dingo ran beside him as his mate
They were travelling mighty fast but they
Stanley Kolodziejpski and Nicky Suppa
Ran the cage in the No5 Shaft at the Mine
It wasn't the backbreaking work of a mucker
At four bucks a day they
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