Lyrics:
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
Feeling like a bomb
When my stress blow up when
I just wanna bob
With my head go dumb no
I don't see the problem
I'm just too numb but
You the one who
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
eggs Benedict
Pigs lick shit, rip with words in a bismol energy
It's time I society beats release
Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness
By
words in a bismol energy
It's time I society beats release
Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness
By the time I caught up to freedom I was out
aus
Ich könnte sign'n, wo ich will, Mann
So sieht's aus
Nächstes Jahr kommt mein erster Film
In die Kinos raus
Und für mein Buch handeln wir
Grad 'nen
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
keep a house full, nigga, call me Bob Sagat
Spending time backwards
Hotter than a cactus
And we ain't in the building we the fucking contractors
Y-M
like a right of passage
Activated by a snare drum's savage
Forget the key of life the key is rhythm and rhythm is right
I see the rhythm in the city
interviews from Bob Lazar
I can't say for sure I know Aliens exist
I just hope if they do we can coexist
Walk outside
What do you see
Fire in the sky
Shape
Have no fear yah now
Zulu Bob Deh yah now
Give me a reason
Some to believe in
Cause mans dem a move
Dem a move
Like Demons
Heart and mind
Shape up
Go 'head on den...go git yo' deflateable bitch ovuh deah! judgin' fum all de fuss, you ain't in much better shape den de large economy size been
past it
Pushin' on and gettin'
Packs and crackin' tobacco
The baddies are back home
I smack an ass apple shape
Adam and Eve gettin' active
In paradise
Do
Fighters Colour of the Shape There Is Nothing Left to Lose
Who's Next by The Who
The Cat Empire Two Shoes
Circe Survive Blue Sky Noise
From Under the Cork
me
That's like an oxymoron
I flirt with building your empire
Gotta shake the snake in the grass and spark sharks to swim by ya
'Cause every meek
Don't worry still goin
Before you know it you'lll reach the end
Will you be ready if love walks in
Take a punch on the chin
Late at night you lay
Episode one
Meet my friends
By Kerri Renton
Illustrated by Jason Howe
In the great Australian outback
Where the cowboys and cowgirls live
The night
A-a-alright
A-a-alright
A-a-alright
A-a-all
Bob Dylan's here
And what a slippery son of a gun
If he was ever in my sights
I'd probably melt down like
Jerry Garcia
Steve Earle, Jay Farrar and Bob Weir
Ramblin' Jack, Tom Paxton, Sonny Walker
But Woody Guthrie was the first punk rocker
shape-shifting alien reptiles
And have infiltrated the Bush family, Margaret Thatcher
Bob Hope, and the British royals, among others
JFK Jr. is alive and well
Here we've got Avatar in the house
We've got Tom in the house
We've got Evan somewhere
We've got Lucas playing the bass I think
Wait no that's Tom
With my guy in the Box Chevy
He got a job, used to move rock steady
Windows shaking when the bass drop heavy
Nigga driving like he the black Tom
dude
Who transforms to a gay Tom Cruise
And that's controlled by the same black dude
I'm in love with Yo Gotti
And these guys that are in my room
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