Lyrics:
on the scene smoke off my body
I been in the kitchen where it's hot
Chickens frying deep dishing nigha
The broke nigha who kept it true
Well at least I ain't
From king David's line
Of the tribe of Judah
Born in Bethlehem
Conceived in a virgin
Taken to Egypt
Escaping king Herod's
Decree to kill infants
Would
the deafenin'
Conductin' chaos in my cranium
Got your heads a-noddin'
Got your cerebellums poppin', with the flows I'm droppin'
Got it by the tail and I'm not
nigga
Play me like a bitch (Like a bitch)
I ain't scared of that nigga
I ain't scared of that bitch
We'll crush everybody in
They motherfucking clique
I
there were reviews in
Billboard and Cash Box
But they were by professional critics
And they rarely reflect
The opinions of the public the critics were
owns a claim
But a star is still a star by any other name
Well now everybody's worried about a good look
But they need to be worried about a good
the rain.
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'.
You never even called me by my name.
Well I've heard my name a few times in your phone book.
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
earthly power can
I pray the good Lord will show mercy
When He reads it in the end
No you can't stop the ink and pen
And the pages fill so fast
So live
And let's pray it does, 'cause as I may have mentioned
I have no clue what I'm doing
Am I insane? This is what I've been waiting for
Well, that, plus
of a memory
The night beneath the moon, by embers of dying flames
Would forever change the course of their lives
Waking to the dawn as something more
In
[x8]
[verse two]
So shut up motherfuckers as I laid the ink
When I'm in Detroit,niggers fight in mink
When I'm in Chicago,motherfuckers get buck wild
to be in the 3rd World. They have bought the 2nd World and put a firm down payment on the 1st one. Controlling your resources we'll control your world.
a life
In my rush to hurry out the door to find another drink
Distracted by the hurt inside so much I could barely think
I went into a local bar to drink
I've had enough of those
Rubber hose murder toons
Ink overflow puppet show out to
Tear me in twos
Twelve frames a second every one
Is spellin' certain
toons
Ink overflow puppet show out to
Tear me in twos
Twelve frames a second every one
Is spellin' certain doom
Mowing through a load of goo that's
Grown
far too short to be granted to the modern god David Bowie by this universe
There are two men in my apartment right now cutting up walls with power
to struggle not to sink
When I'm putting down my feelings in the ink Makes a link with reality
We need to work on our own home planet, so damn another galaxy
don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name
Well, I've heard my name
A few times in your phone book (hello, hello)
knees
Your ankles and pretty heels
Chased by French stick on wheels
What a hydraulic way to spend my time
And an attenuated bell to throw in polls
I'm
night ER nurse
And he was DOA, she just about lost her mind
David's wife drops by every once in a while
And childhood stories always make her smile
Call me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost
Or all is well
Home,
Hello, you the new butler?
Hahaha! Well, it's been a long time since I've been the new anything!
What's happened to Hudson?
I guess he's
the verse is
Do unto others as you would have done unto you
Well welcome to the devil's penthouse, overlookin' hell's view
David slew the philistines with
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