Lyrics:
. biff . . . dush-h-h!
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, youp youp youp youp
Is your wife snoring by the sink?
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, youp youp youp youp
the man
Pulled by the strings as we put on the show
With the mask on, we dance
Stopping when the sun is coming over
I don't know how this will end
But it
wondered then as I watched these men
Who flouted King George's might
Would redcoat hordes with
Their glittеring swords
Wreak vengeancе in the night?
Then
life's passing by
So I'll keep my voice down in my hole in the ground
To hide from the eye in the sky
I can't explain the masquerade
That quells my
Under the branches, con-vertibles fly by
The sky..
[Pharoahe Monch]
..blue, fields green
Paints a picture that creates a scene
of the destiny that
George, Ma'am
Homicide, Ma'am
Want to ask you a few questions, Ma'am
I understand you were almost devoured by the dragon, Ma'am
Is that right,
And are escorted in quick and unseen
Bodyguards stand rigid outside the door
Everyone knows what they’ve come here for
Everyone is there from big to small
Cry My Name by Bloodbath
Reekomposer vocals by Tony Reviere and Joe Benson
You will see
My burning inferno
And there is no way in your wildest dreams
a metal box
To imitate security there's a blue sky over me but the fear is on me.
In a place where ball games are strictly forbidden luxury
Two
house
The unfuckwittable individuals, that's us
That's it with this laid back shit
They about to rip and by the way
my dog George Clinton's in the house
a dream
Pimpin' in a tux and, uhh
Now that the toys in my bed hit the edges
Skinzz'll be smoked like, Benson and Hedges
Legs over ledges, I'm over heels
man are OGs
We make paper, grands!
Supporters, big up the fans
The only 'ting they're clapping is hands
Us man are major, got big plans
Us man roll with
DC Hotel Pt. 1
Hello, this is the (bleeped) Hotel in DC.
Hello, dear. I left some items there, you were so lovely to help me. It was in the lobby
says yes
And now you wonder why
She's an angel
Who is sent by the devil
Don't you see the halo 'bove my head
I'm the kind of girl you'll never get
But
a change
It’s long over due from the centuries of pain
Systematic racism played a part
The murder of George Floyd Ignited the spark
Of a smoldering fire
and watched on the TV tube
Flesh is flesh as night is a thief
He's creeping in the shadows just to stare at the blank concrete
I see your boy, he's over
got the target then how is she still targeted
Days later, over a petty case of forgery
George Floyd would be on the ground
While a member of the force
Humanity's resonance expires
Our majestic extinction transpires
Masquerades of madness
Madness imperceivable
Shrouded by omnipotence
Stained by obsidian
the lessons
Maybe I'm just tired
Of being tired of the fucking benson
Yeah the hedges
But the word is keep going
Cos you going to see the blessings
Planting
and grabbin' all their crowns
But I don't want glory not looking for attention
I nut on the beats like they made by Zach Benson
Bite like a tiger my ass tighter
a mountain that we really want to climb
The road is hard, hard and long
Put down that two by four
This man would never turn you from his door
Oh George! Oh
Under the branches, con-vertibles fly by
The sky..
[Pharoahe Monch]
..blue, fields green
Paints a picture that creates a scene
of the destiny that
over
Now it's over
Please take away my crown of thorns
Afraid we're watching life go by
But it's over
Yeah it's over
Now can you feel the waves flowing
Poking at my problems, I know how to solve 'em
With a ski mask, automatic or revolver
A slave is one whose power and authority is ruled over by another
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