Lyrics:
with Judge Lee
Playin' checkers at the gin
When I dream about the southland
This is where it all begins (from)
Carolina down to Georgia
Smell
Electronic mind experiments are being done
Synthetic soul could we manufacture one
Dr. John Scott thinks he's found the way
He'll create a soul
had enough)
Music by Don1 Music Productions
Lyrics by Aj.Williams
Interrogation of applicant 7-24
Interpreting, Carter Lee
You are advised your right to admission to this country will be today considered by this
wasting time
Love is all it takes to climb high
You'll know
When everything's in sight
You'll know everything's in sight
Down by the riverside
I found
By William Clarke, Stephen Coore, K. Michael Cooper
And William Stewart
(Chorus)
Ah moving up (we're coming together)
Jah, Jah Children them
YOU Little Mother Fucker You Like 2 Draws "Fucked, up pictures of people Huh YES 1st Class lower the level I found this Doll N ah House 90 degrees
Buchanan, respiratory failure was the key
Abe Lincoln, by an assassin's gunshot, R.I.P
It was a stroke that put Andrew Johnson into the ground
Ulysses Grant,
again
Weather's murder at a hundred and three
William Ray shot Corabell Lee
A yellow dog knows when he has sinned
You wanna walk away and start over
sumin')
If 2Pac was here, he would coach me
Real nigga rockin' a Rollie
This for C Murder in Angola (This for C man)
I slept by him every night (We was
all together… far away from everything
I fought my problems by adopting Snake from Metal Gear's sense of duty, with a pinch of Jack Nicholson' irony.
I
I got this Japanese girl, man Lee, man
Takes good care of me (you're a liar)
Yo, she's so def, man
Wipes my butt (that's a lie)
Everybody be beefin,
Let the hard times go by and the sun rise
When I'm flying high (High)
Feeling like young William Wallace (Wallace)
Ain't no novice, gotta keep it
Couple minutes ya'll be wilding cause ya dude don't play
You can tell by looking at me I been rappin for a bit
Thirteen, craft mean, they called me wigger?
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
this (hey)
I feel like Mike T., I'm good with the right wrist (hey)
I'm makin' movies, I feel like Spike Lee
Ain't nobody like me, ain't nobody like
with Judge Lee
Playin' checkers at the gin
When I dream about the southland
This is where it all begins (from)
Carolina down to Georgia
Smell
They be like "There go that D-Rock Boy!"
Play around snatch his chain only choppa noise
A good guy Lee-Ray I'm not talking Coi
Blick Blick like Leray
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the taking
And what I need
Chapter 1 THE PORCUPINE FROM HAMBROOK
William von Goldenlion is a very sensitive porcupine. He works for Guitback, the major industry in Hambrook.
Chicago
She like my slow flow, and like my turbo
I'm like yo, we can burn the herbal
I got the purple, and you in my circle
By them hips I can tell she
you running up on me then you cease to be exist
I ain't playing I ain't lying Imma problem what you mean
Everything in life is solved by a little bit
paying my rent every day
Oh in the Tower of Song
I said to Hank Williams: how lonely does it get?
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet
But I hear him
my rent every day in the Tower of Song
I said to Hank Williams, how lonely does it get?
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet
But I hear him coughing all
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