Lyrics:
the streets
One time for all the minds hypnotized by TV
Because everything is just a spiral to me
[Break]
Goodbye, say goodbye
Say goodbye
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:
Spiffy Evans edjekaded misfit
Shot out to beatoljuce
Hand to hand shit
I know i can move my family with the right groove
Get some money they
Gotta perfect score
Like its Chris Evans
Playin rounds with a
Convicted felon
Got the body on me
Its a deadly weapon
Bitches talkin
Niggas stalk
I don't
Force myself down the throats of the masses, somebody funnel me
And trailing right beside me is my fucking ensemble
Hands around your necks in an engaging
Mother nature takes you by the hand
Introduces you to father time
Have you ever met your Uncle Sam?
And did he offer you a dollar for a dime?
Don't
this
Like faith evans
I'm doubtin if im buyin what you sellin
Since for some its just survival
Got me flyin like Magellan
Just to test it
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Engineered by Mark Evans
Mixed by Phil Bodger
Guitars by Robbie McIntosh (of The Pretenders)
Keyboards and Programming by Peter Vettese and Mark Evans
Strings
Girl, this rubbled mess was caused by my neglect.
Of course, I'll pay and by the way, my dear,
Here comes Bob!
I ain't subtle in my ways of making
I thought it would be so simple
I should have the world in my hands
Going down without a whimper
Flaming out in front empty stands
All this hard work
at our house, and
He and I sat down and wrote a song together
Let me see if I can find that damn thing, I'll sing it for you
Yeah, here it is. It's called
Pack touchdown send it the distance
Bob Evans nigga I got the biscuit
Diamond on me and they str8 from the district
Arm & hammer wit da dope
So bob ya head now, if you stuck in the slums
A put ya head down, when ya running from guns
They want ya dead now, buried under the sun
You put your
down by hypocrites
Hand me down false laws of man
Hand me down your latest brand
Hand me down, hand me down
Come on, come on, hand me down
Hand me
out, then shoot a nigga out?
Dead bodies in my dreams, Bob Marley on my couch
Pass me the blunt, he was smokin' when he died
You really think Elvis
at Knight
So if you round tables I authored then my penning I might
Pull my weapon out an rock-a-by baby my baby was right
Life's a bitch who needs some dick
at Knight
So if you round tables I authored then my penning I might
Pull my weapon out an rock-a-by baby my baby was right
Life's a bitch who needs some dick
to pay me before I die
So bob your sweet head
Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just about the best you can hear
Gonna rock it in your head
Shazam
to pay me before I die
So bob your sweet head
Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just about the best you can hear
Gonna rock it in your head
Shazam
AT IT, NOT A METER MOVED
BUT LUMPS AND BUMPS WON’T KEEP ME DOWN
I’LL SHOW MY BEST THIS TIME AROUND
THESE FEET DON’T EVER TAKE DEFEAT
right hand
And the blues fell mama's child
Tore me all upside down
Blues fell mam's child
And it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob
right hand
And the blues fell mama's child
Tore me all upside down
Blues fell mam's child
And it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob
hand
And the blues fell, mama's child
Tore me all upside-down
Blues fell, mam's child
And it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob
Just
hand
And the blues fell, mama's child
Tore me all upside-down
Blues fell, mam's child
And it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob
Just
We're just switching positions
Switched up in time
Switched on a mission
No composition
Lectures failed
But this girl got me under a spell
She's
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