Lyrics:
had for years
James Brown on the Tammy show
Same tape I've had for years
I sit in my old car
Same one I've had for years
Old battery's running down
ought to be
Young Billy Brown he took a trip to keep his country free
We're all proud of what he done for the good old USA
But somewhere there's a mighty
the coming of the bionic
Defari here to lock shit down
It's the return of the bionic
Heru here to lock shit down
It's the coming of the bionic
Defari here
Light a jay up in Cambridge, I'm by the lake
Man this music shits a piece of cake
Spit a verse then hit livinty to get a fade
And shoutout to my barber
a gangsta go to trial one witness get called
His right-hand man that said he witnessed it all
You listening y'all I done balled with the ballers
Played pool
man
I can promise I'm a silent and yet deadly friend
And in ear and voice you can rejoice and can depend
Coming on that point of no return again
I'm
Ayyo ayyo, ayyo Biz what up?
Yo what up Marl?
Yo man 'member when we first shocked everybody
With a funky fresh beat?
Yeah with the "Biz Dance,"
the Buckingham Palace
There is enough
This is the crown land
This is the brown land
This is not our land
Some folks live in water tanks
Some folks live in
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
khaki suit"
Well, one day, up the Avenue
There was a man, surrounded by the Dogg Pound crew
He said ah, "Hear ye! Hear ye! Come one, come all!
the Buckingham Palace
There is enough
This is the crown land
This is the brown land
This is not our land
Some folks live in water tanks
Some folks live in
the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in
the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in
& the Santa Fe
See the old smoke rising round the bend
I reckon that she knows she's going to meet a friend
Folks around these parts get the time of day
From
you
Just like a home run, slammin' like a slam dunk
Riding the wave that James Brown gave funk
It happened to James like it happened to me
How you
The rhymes kick, the beat's hittin' you
Just like a home run, slammin' like a slam dunk
Riding the wave James Brown gave funk
It happened to James like it
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
with that
Word man I gotta let em know I gotta
Bust this
I used to know this girl by the name of Teresa
I did all I could to make her release her
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
swear we're being led by psychopaths
Who sometimes do nice things but mostly just frightful acts
And we're all traumatized, hero's killed and modified
Old
hands
My generation never understood workin' for the man
And, of being broke I ain't a fan
Now I stand in the same spot, as my old man
My life I
you could find in that old oak chest
cnd in that old oak chest what no man could afford
Is a wanted poster and a thousand dollar reward
In an empty
The rhymes kick, the beat's hittin' you
Just like a home run, slammin' like a slam dunk
Riding the wave James Brown gave funk
It happened to James like it
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