Lyrics:
caps, they on stare
While we rockin' it, I'll rock in it (rock in it)
Like the little ball inside the spray can
Providing three coats for both child,
We go round, round, round, round
Everywhere that I go, people know me by the way I flow
I keep it moving in the right direction
And everyday you
see the city bleeding from the satellites
Formed by the corporate war drums recorded poorly
Dirty dub vamp.
Bruised by the hues of wicked pallets
She took her time in the morning
but no goodbye before she rolled
Hers was a house always open to me
right by the totem pole
Nineteen-seven-three
And I'll be sittin' here all night
TV with the game on it and jukebox playin' songs that I like
But around drink three, that's when it hits me
That all I
you've been kicked in the neck by a three-legged mule
Do you care to confess to traumatic abuse?
You have an advanced case of the decapitation blues
Upon
fishy, it's every bit truth
Now listen right good while I tell you this tale
How Jonah the prophet got caught by this whale
That whale caught poor Jonah
styles
Takin' out wack MC's by the piles, for real
Episode #2: God's Gift
I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the Tupperware
It's
Brothers on the corner sellin' junk
got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk
You got the hard rocks wavin' glocks at the punks
All Imma do is smoke a sack of green
And throw 2 or 3 rocks at the penitentiary
No one seems concerned about my world beein'
It seems my life's already
These are the Ten Commandments
Were given by Jah unto Moses
On the table of stone
The Ten Commandments
Commandment One: Thou shalt have no
Shall we pay
For the air to breath
All apologies
Shall we beg
Down on our knees
7 letters written of seven sins 3 beasts
The dragon the worm
They came to ask him for a least some new tracks
But only got confronted by the beast with two backs
Knock, Mouse is a made man
Villain laid it down
sideways
I couldn't hit it sideways
Oh, just like Sister Ray said
Play it on
Cecil's got his new piece
He cocks and shoots it between three and four
Found myself in a strange town
Though I've only been here for three weeks now
I've got blisters on my feet
Trying find a friend in Oxford Street
Found myself in a strange town
Though I've only been here for three weeks now
I've got blisters on my feet
Trying find a friend in Oxford Street
sideways
I couldn't hit it sideways
Oh, just like Sister Ray said
Play it on
Cecil's got his new piece
He cocks and shoots it between three and four
That's you by my abyss it's beautiful today what ya gonna do I'm happy
I'm really happy I brought her these sorted rolls great it's blue ok
Scream
chill
Don't nobody touch him 'cause Imma get ill
The boy's phony as a three-dollar bill
And this time I shoot to kill
Just like a sucker you took the bait
Our romance won't end on a sorrowful note,
Though by tomorrow you're gone
The song is ended, but as the songwriter wrote,
The melody lingers on.
War at 33 1/3
Haven't you heard
I got quick and clever
At the level of a scientist
With this list my fist pumps chumps
And don't miss
Sorry
with the sweeper
Cause I'm my brothers keeper
The Grim Reaper holdin' with nothin' but big batters
And big heaters
Blow ya three times leave a mark like
it)
It was a Friday afternoon if I remember it correctly
But I can't quite recall the time exactly
But it was somewhere around, two or three or four
Oh
man
Well now you got me curious, I'm kind thinkin bout buyin it
Three for ten dollars, it can't hurt to try it
Well what exactly do I get?
Well
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