Lyrics:
On turntables fuckin' it up in Duke's basement
Groove time productions, we kept the jam jumpin'
Open up your ears I'm tryin' to tell you somethin'
And give
William Tracey in the sky is now reporting.
(Sam):Will?...
(William): Sam! We're here hovering over down-town where the monsters are litterly swarming
don't take my vitamins, anyone could die tomorrow
I'm awake at 3am
I'm on the way so tell your friends
I've been running through Miami, Ricky Williams
Sell for the deuce and the three
Like Air Jordan, it's all in the wrist
Turning keys
Your modern day Chardonnay sippers
We throwin' up our middles
you're bringin' me to my knees
Hands in the air like you came to party
Shakin' that ass makin' the whole club freeze
Get down
Get down
Girl I want
you threatened to hurt me
Two peas in a pod that could never be open
I'm cool all by myself, but together we golden, yeah
You got that look in your
three, two
Who knows if there'll be another tomorrow?
Let's hit the stage like Jimmy Gestapo
Anxiety is building, brought on by the State
Still we won't
the topic I drop it fuck around and leave 'em all concussed
When I bust no thrust, world we livin' in is fucked
Industry rule number 4,081, your new shit
importants que la beauté
Malheureusement on trouve des hypocrites de tous cotés
I do everything by myself I don't need anybody
B*tch just wear your clothes I
the
First musical act to appear in a
Talkie film, The Jazz Singer
In 1927 unfortunately it was performed
By Jolson in blackface
(3) Maharanee: The wive
(Intro)
Verse:
I’m disturbingly petrified by the
evidence
That clarity is slowly becoming a
fantasy
A myth
And if my destiny is next in line
To be
you marry my daughter Jane
By the truth of your right hand?
For if you'll marry my daughter Jane
I'll make you lord of my land"
"Well yes, I'll marry
of you niggas ask a thousand questions
Like when Ye told sway I ain't got the answers
A thousand customers in line man I fucking hate
Thinking bout your
Then it avoids an awful lot of mess
It's murder by numbers, one, two, three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC's
It's murder by numbers, one, two,
Then it avoids an awful lot of mess
It's murder by numbers, one, two, three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC's
It's murder by numbers, one, two,
don't like to drink but I love the drip
Born in the sand
Metaphor for the storm that I form when the mic in my hand
When I write I demanded the ice in
his hands.
Sacco was born across the sea
Somewhere over in Italy;
Vanzetti was born of parents fine,
Drank the best Italian wine.
Sacco sailed
Electron by Nathan Peter Williams
I wish I was an electron
Flying through the streets tonight
I’d buzz and hover infinitely
Picking up everyone
from 1819 to the present day. When you put the energy into genuinely cultivating and developing relationships in your own family, you learn and receive
ready fi this
Mr. Lover keep yuh rockin di beat
[Chorus]
I said hey (Hey) you (You) standin over there by that wall
Get (Get) up (Up) do your thing
case that when thing slowed up
But before your first case we did we want
Went off to college same school was a must
Had to have you by my side you
Y'all have one of them days. Let me see them hands. Now throw them up. Now throw them up
Some people rise, some people fall. Without bad luck, I have
fear
On yon green island as we passed it by,
There we lost sight of your sailor boy."
Well, she wrung her hands and she tore her hair.
She was
sumyɛ loop in your head
Boy I shaked your foundation
Married to this game and there's so many shids here that you don't know
Wonim ne3 ntia aware3 aa 3y3
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