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My god more enlightened to lives lost penned as bygones by the victors of a quiet war
Little white lies ripple and define laws
No real fears
Living
The blue whale, king of the sea passed his memory to me
Pressed his great baleen grin as close as could be
On the floor of the ocean, his last great
You numb your mind
With gloves of white and turpentine
Even the bombs and scarecrows will sing!
Sweet charity
Save me
The heavens have opened
And I'm
don't flinch
You are an accomplice to great white lies
I can't even begin to express
How breakdown and stressed
I gotta live to tell
Give me
wont u get out an vote
honestly hate is yah true Virtue
And it's nuffin yah could do to make this living hell great
One thing to improve would b by
So, come boy, choose life or death
The only man I hold wake for
Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's
My Memorex performed
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Pathetic as they drag their great, white wings
Worthlessly behind like drifting oars
As they glide over the deep and salty blue
As they glide over the deep
Art
Cause he's all American
Son of the Southland and the Red, White, and Blue
Yes he's all American
He ain't no different than me and you
Well he
Take a pinch of white man
Wrap him up in black skin
Add a touch of blue blood
And a little bitty bit of red indian boy
Oh like a curly latin kinkies
leavers
It's gonna be off the hook
But I just wanna lay under
The northern sky with you
Until our lips turn from red to white to blue
Brit summer
hundred and sixty-three feet of gleaming flight equipment
Being pushed up
Through the blue skies above
Hello, Neil and Buz
I copy to you by telephone
great belief your kids done made it
Just sit back no need to say it.
Cause the red, white, and blue gone display it.
Outro:
(Laughs)
Si si ni wa awali
I would like to welcome a special guest tonight
He go by the name of
Y'all know his name
He is a very important person of this little world
high
Washington was my destination
And now who am I?
I'm the chosen party giver
For the White House clientele
And they know that I deliver
What
Oh, Mr block, you were born by mistake
You take the cake, you make me ache
Tie a rock on your block
And then jump in the lake
Kindly do that for
the blues america
Get busy, Humpty
The red, the white, the blue and
The blue and the red for Crips and Bloods
The white for who's got you doin
Time bustin
a white wall
Lighting up the sky
Fractal framework
Art of nature
Patterns by design
Testing out your frame
Put yourself through it
The past's the opposition
a hollow
Heavy metal on your mental when
You let it all go
A stream of tears on my navy blue hoodie all
Flow like the ish that gets the boat by
I know I'm
Played the far flung sand castles ate at by the Indian,
Froze in the broken off port,
To my blue collar sprawl out the blue stony wall,
Where the weather
gets enough
Underlined in marketing campaigns
I feel undermined
Heard the "n" word promotes the bottom line
Down by the river there's a great divide
right
By little kids with great game cause they learned to take aim
At a young age, and to allude police, with a fake name
he's tellin him, i'm Bobby
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
So, come boy, choose life or death
The only man I hold wake for
Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's
My Memorex performed
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