Lyrics:
Check if, he found the goal just to lose your soul
At the poll, the country's fucked you gotta cast your vote
And all the protectors do is po-po at us,
your brain
Imagine and keep on wishin' upon a star
Finally realizin' who the fuck we are
When I penetrate, it's been withstandin', faded
Would it be
your brain
Imagine and keep on wishin' upon a star
Finally realizin' who the fuck we are
When I penetrate, it's been withstandin', faded
Would it be
titled Plug Two
Swallowed by the loonies who are jealous with the showbiz
Dove'll teach the truth, Posdnuos will preach the youth
To the fact that this
drawers are clean
Have fun, have fun have, have, have fun
Yo, now I got the rice cakes, I got the rice
Ridicule the roller if the
Skates don't suffice
Afro-Latina
Camina conmigo
Salsa swagger anywhere
She go
Como
la negra tiene tumbao
Azúcar
Dance to the rhythm
Beat the drums of my skin
the moolah by making you say ooh la la
Never chew fois gras. Reach heights and stay grounded
Well fed, well read, well bred, well rounded
The horn has sounded.
[Pharoahe Monch]
By the grace of God, I give a speech like Malcolm
Expressin, flexin, flaunt the style that's wicked (UHH!)
Inflicted, addicted --
May...I... kick a little something for the G-O-D's in the J-E-are-S-E-why
Because you niggas know me I'm the da gan ya dee
Sixteen five four three five
whole team in (Y-O)
D-Block homicide, look 'em in they faces
(D-BLOCK) look how many shooters with us
Count how many cases
Hardest in the world
(Ghost)
and Slick Rick
'La Di Da Di, Who likes to party?' was the fat shit
I mean I saw this hip-hop thing on every level
Chuck D, PE, yes the rhythm and the rebel
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
"We are ready ladies and gentlemen"
"It's star time!"
"Million dollar man!"
Once again as we swing this ep' with the Grand Puba
If I seen you
la sé-po
Y a du sale dans la
Malette donc j'enfile un stard-co
J'remets la barbe à zéro
Ici, c'est pas l'zoo
C'est la jungle: y a pas d'portail
Fais
I don't think she ever told ya
I know that she'd wanna keep it secret till she's stronger
'Cause I feel the rhythm inside her
But she keeps being
of the Outcasts
Osajih Po from the Tenth Planets
Chuck Da Pharaoh got my back
Evo got my back, Rose got my back
Niko and the whole Mau Mau Rhythm Collective
hip-hop thing on every level
Chuck D, PE, yes the rhythm and the rebel
I can reminisce the black fist, Uzi, Terminators
Terror doom techniques that
la bite puis envoient des pics
J'étais sé-po à Chicago dans le hood
Avec les shegueys d'la street
2.0.17 j'arrête le rap, j'me barre avec Maman en
on the globe
And while the world probes, I arrest verse i.n.c.
I'm still wishing y'all the r.i.p.
Can I live, for I d.i.e.
I'm talkin', m.o.b, murder inc
hard (uh-huh)
Trust in God 'cause you's about to catch a bullet scar (yeah)
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by
rhythms I spit over tracks
Bitch I'm on Budlong and 35th writing inside of my homies new pad
They've been housing me for a few months
Can't wait till I pay
something you not- and don't lie to me
Ebony and Ivory
Keys on my piano playin'
Tryin' to test some music, but the rhythm push my your hand away
Easy
tripping off no images,
Her interests are all limitless, she ain't limited by inhibitions lord
Bout miss imagination, she wants this ? of me jack
That had
different brethren lifting burdens with my gift from heaven
Jayso put me on this rhythm like it's xpliph & Sheldon
Lift da head & Spit da heavens down & quit
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