Lyrics:
And they called her The Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three million sides
is just one point of view
Drama is livin' in a 3rd world country
Fucked up and hungry without no money
Drama is trying to adjust to circumstance
pull up with three K's, but I do not fuck with no Klan
Gang, gang, them boys not flexin' the same
I'm done with adjustin' to fame, pull up on your set,
[Buckshot]
Buckshot rip the body apart
Come through wit the lyrical art, follow the spark
I'mma leave the blind through the dark
Gather up the ganja
probably run up in all three!"
King Geedorah what they call me, either caesar or baldy
Probably half-boozed since last y'all saw me
On the D-low, I slaughter
that you've burnt.
I'll find only bad signs
If you have burnt his, not mine.
When you go out, I do not doubt,
That I'll find only bad signs,
By
[Chorus - Juro] x2
Shimmy shimmy ya, Shimmy yam, Shimmy yay,
In the land of the blind, the 1 eyed man is king,
I fast in my sleep and I break fast
The Witch of the Moon - Act 3
Narrator
This elder story is closing to the ending, there’s an essential part I still need to tell
The Girl became
riding through the woods and took her by the hand"
The boss he lay back flat on his bed
He cursed the heat and he clutched his head
He pondered the future
fine
Up until the time we went out on a date
I was fine, I was fine
Now I'm getting dirty looks, I wonder what they'd say
If we were blind, we were
fine
Up until the time we went out on a date
I was fine, I was fine
Now I'm getting dirty looks, I wonder what they'd say
If we were blind, we were
again
She charged by the moon again
I pray to God and chant three times
I pray to God and chant three times
I pray to God and chant three times
I pray
I used to grind
It started out tame, Jesus, I was so blind
'Til I got too good and I started to find
The game got real sweaty, but I didn't mind"
I
hands hidden by vines
And we sip from the wine like kisses from poisoned lips
See the blind can only lead the blind into the abyss
Word to the massive,
Some days I just want to up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits
My
Brain dead, and made of money, no future at all
Pull down the blinds and run for cover no future at all
Who would've thought it, that's where I am, no
Some days I just want to up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits
My
week end you get blind folded and beaten
nose bleedin
gaspin for air reason
you got kid napped and you dont even no the reason
Verse 3
Niggers are comin
Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
party on like the bombs dropped,
So if you're just too fucking blind you know what's what,
And if you're bluuugh you know what's what
VERSE 1: PRESSURE
I
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah!
Welcome to the M.I.C Mixtape niggaz!
Volume two!
We back niggaz!
Oh yeah, by the way, y'all know what my motherfuckin' name is
prevent it from them, and they will be surrounded by that at which they used to mock
And if we give man a taste of mercy from us, and then withdraw it from
(One, two, three, four)
I can never fall down
When I know the world could be mine
If we're gonna fly now
Then I need you by my side
Way up in the sky
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