Lyrics:
the wall, on the ball, his name is D
Kind of tall yes y'all, he's down with me
From the mountain valley to the deep blue sea
The word is heard as told by
convexed with no F
Six steps to infected waste container misery
Fat thighs chafe in the summer from humidity
Humid unhuman
Brains that bloom tulips
Caught
your name, and connect with you in Spirit
I tune my heart to God, oh Lord, your voice let me hear it
For your voice is mighty, like the sound of many
nitroglycerin!
You better tune in to Teddy Ted
"Yo stop frontin', and use your head"
Well if you ain't called it hip-hop, there's a door, I ain't stoppin
I
Ain't no need in me lying about it 'cause everybody knows the truth
I passed my share of Ole Jack and Jim Beam, white lightnin' and mountain dew
I've
Court
Gone with the jokes
Got my hand on the dope
Duffle bag still tote
I'm a fool with the pole
Gone head with the show
Still kicking down doors
Give me
concepts at their hardest
Yo, cos I'm a teacher and Scott is a scholar
It ain't about money cause we all make dollars
That's why I walk with my head up
children in a instant
Come wit me and find alot of things ,she wanna diamond ring we make da climate change
Sip wit sum b****** who f*** wit my Brody my
bringing nosie in the wranglers
Rock all the heads big times and alzheimers
Shot the pill while I drop skills up in Brazil
Now the pitch
Lord save us
Head deep in the sheets
Not just an ankle or two
I had work to my move
Just like Kurt angle would do
Always played my position
My pistons be hittin
I
Aesop Rock
Smack dab in the middle of the cuddles and kills, guerilla jimmy city limits with a bucket of pills hollring 'no I don't immediately
baggin, we ain't comin for the crack
We come to crack backs and ? Over niggas hair dew
Spit rays, pop off c's and graze niggas fades
I creep in
all sticky and covered in hickies
With a tattoo that read Porter was here
With a syrupy hand she expressed my swollen gland
Now they call that a soda
n**** can f**** with the dreds
WHAT, WHAT, WHAT!
Yeah, yeah, I be keepin it movin, and be keepin it groovin
Rep for my n**** by showin and provin
That
he ain’t never gone stop
Everybody hating but watching
Can eat a cock
For everybody playing my songs
Then I'm gone rock
Fuck a punch in I ain’t
the back will fold the rear up
MC's in my path I'ma steadily pounce
Heavy D's in effect with more bounce to the ounce
"More bounce, to the ounce"
More
angst
Words that form themselves in trance
Shut my mind off, let the soliloquies dance
I don't know what to say
When faced with my problems I just hide
the promethazine cringed on the scene that ain't that
Me and my brother need the fucking money back n***a heads up
No no we don't rock like that we don't rock like
stomping in my big blue Chucks
More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditching you, klutz
Bump-bump-bump-bump while you're bumping your sounds
It's the zoo
myself, my thoughts ain't my own
The voices in my head just won't leave me alone
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Pissing on the car seats,
by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits
On the go, check the flow, saying Wu don't rock shit
Stop
by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits
On the go, check the flow, saying Wu don't rock shit
Stop
a flood
Remember what He's done
My GOD moves mountains!
Goliath Must Fall
Knock his head off!
Goliath Must Fall
Knock his head off!
Goliath Must Fall
Knock
handed me his waterpipe
F#m Bm E
His eyes were searching deep inside my head
Here's what he said
Am
Sorry I can't
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