Lyrics:
word, nigga
Someone who stays high
Watching their life go by
Someone content with riding it behind, nigga
They come in all colors, white, black, Puerto
faces but none of 'em mirror me
show my ID to the punk ass security
Step on the quad lookin' for the track squad
walked by a bitch who think she's God
many faces but none of 'em mirror me
Show my ID to the punk ass security
Step on the quad lookin' for the track squad
Walked by a bitch who think
a hardship really
When you're waiting for a car to drive by
Just so we can wave hello hello hello hello
Staring at a starry night sky
Dreaming up some
Griselda by Fashion Rebels
El don't hold punches
This that flying fists of fury
You wish I had no leg to stand
On with no podiatrist to cure me
My
you're for real
Ups and downs are caused by life in general
Some are yours no matter how you feel
Shady as a lady in a mustache
Feelings camouflaged by
to and fro.
For she said, "I'll wait
By the garden gate",
On the night I said, "I love you so!",
And in all my dreams it seems I'll go
Where the moon
(The First of Seraphs in Anguish Bereaved)
(Lyrics by Anders Jacobsson 11/3 - 1996, edited & rearranged 5/10 -1998 and 20/7 - 1999)
Lucifer:
the Cadillac
By bitch I mean fro, hell to heart and had a mack attack
Give me a brick of blow you never seen it flip as fast as that
And you can keep
Running to and fro,
Hard working at the mill,
Never failed at the mill,
There come a rotten bill.
Aw too much monkey business,
Too much
point of view
To anyone passing by, that's who they're talking to.
There was someone on a platform talking to the folks
About the T.V. god and all
Running to and fro,
Hard working at the mill,
Never failed at the mill,
There come a rotten bill.
Aw too much monkey business,
Too much
call me a slut, who gives a fuck
That's fine nigga, shit, I'm a good with mine
I can tell by your shoes you know what I want
Fuck a prenup, give me
62 in 1959
-Words and Music by J. Leslie McFarland and Aaron H. Schroeder
(Ooh)
They did the Wang Dang Taffy-Apple Tango
They did the Wang Dang
My grandfather's clock
Was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half
Than the old man himself
Though
don't let you court
All I wanted was a picket fence and a welcome mat
And a fro that grows down my ass
Mercy me could you imagine that
Now burn this mf
-
Is the gentle rain a quality of his? -
I bethink this fro my thoughts; hitherto, about this,
I beheld to these words no tongue; are the
Monarchs's
taken their place
You can be happy in your time
You can be happy but not I
This is your world
It's not mine
Oh I'm an angel strangled by this mortal coil
a row
Seven, eight, nine, ten in a line, dancing to and fro
It was movement so elite
So I found myself a seat
To enjoy the grand scale show
Delancey Street, you know
The subway charmes us so
When balmy breezes blow
To and fro
And tell me what street
Compares with Mott Street in July
Sweet push
to and fro
Oh, death and transfiguration
May it fill your soul with the wild and Holy Ghost
Hail to the creep, hail to the creep
That swept you off your feet
I do get back
Going circles to the past
Day then night then row by row
No to nor fro
No more time to look behind
To the street I go on blind
One
licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo's scorn
Circus town's been born
Oh, and a press roll drummer go, ballerina to-and-fro
Cartwheelin' up
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
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