Lyrics:
to slide-a-ville, coffin runnin' around,
Upsetting, upsetting, upsetting the town,
Asking for Mr Brown
I want to know who (is Mr Brown)?
Is Mr Brown controlled by
the shade for the mystic parade
Physical Trini boy, lyrically, I am sprayed
Living of Lyndon 1-92nd
Chillin' at the rest, other brothers wreckin'
Easy
and the skies are gray
Leave the uniforms home because there isn't
Going to be a parade
But we'll fill up a glass for the
Ones that didn't make it through
Judge me by my workload
Ain't changed but my tempo
No gang still ten toes
Bible sitting on the dresser
By the .38 special
Trust no man or the devil
Love
times
Always by my side you’re my flashlight
You show your true colors and you’re never afraid
And everybody knows that they can’t rain on your parade
So
Sweet Charity
Save me
The heavens have opened
The storm is over
So let's start the parade...
Raindrops
Will turn to laughter
Forever after
In your
bout my goals
I been layin this shit brick by brick
I just want the world to know my flows
I just want the world to know my schtick
I just wanna leak out
didn't when we were in it
All by small degrees, we see
Light through the trees
All by small degrees
How am I gonna reach you from behind this wall?
I
Christ
That's right I said it I won't apologize
There's no rhymes to waste cause lives are at stake
Only righteous by faith that's why I swallow pride
and now presetting these early collections is a parade of euphemisms and totally and completely surrounded by kings
i took out of estimate of crowded
Biggie tell 'em about Tickle Day
We celebrate with giggles
Get tickled, get tickled, get tickled
By spiders
Tickle Day
Clearly not your idea
And you could probably find me wherever the wolves parade
I was born to be a killjoy, I'm a old brat
Conceived by Adam and Eve, so who you mad at?
Not
you feel afraid
Just aim beyond the clouds
And rise above the crowds
And start your own parade
'Cause when I chase my fears away
That's when I knew
then his tongue gettin' split
I ain't doin' any features unless you give me your bitch
I'ma fuck for the cash then she gettin' robbed by Tick
Eww
Just aim beyond the clouds
And rise above the crowds
And start your own parade
'Cause when I chase my fears away
That's when I knew that I could finally
And followed by a sad parade
Your on your own once more
You're bright, you're strong, you know your right from wrong
At least to some degree
You're
One night long ago
By the light of the moon
An old music master sat composing a tune
His spirit was soaring
And his heart full of joy
When right out
Hilfiger made by Tommy
So when I speak, hope to reach my boricua mamis
Oh, come to papi, I love it when it's wet and sloppy
In and out the mouthpiece
I can always find the time to lay out in the sand
Watching as the waves roll by it makes me understand
What it is to make a life that means a little
from Rome isn't quite as good
She hasn't gone down like they thought she would
Italy's unconvinced by Argentine glory
They equate Peron with
to be a hero
Funny, how time can fly right through you fingers
When the parade passes by, you know it's too late then
When your lifelong fantasy floats
Baby cried the day the circus came to town
'Cause she didn't want parades just passin' by her
So she painted on a smile and took up with some clown
on
Turn your feet into flippers
Have some primal fun
Dance with a stranger in a Mardi Gras parade
Find an empty hammock
Take a nap in the shade
You can't
behind the iron glass;
A prisoner of all your dreams that never come to pass.
Alone you stand, corrupted by the vision that you sought,
And blinded by
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