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of the Bush nation stares
As the drama unfolds, as we the people under the stairs
Fifty percent of this "Son of a Bush" nation
Is like, hatin' on Haiti
what
You would call her
And her father died for Allah
And she took her shahadah
By product lifting her god up
Her sister was Beanie
And my brother was
Exclusively for arseholes
And tonight? well, a nod of our heads, and we're inside
Falling down the red, velvety stairs
Limbs flaying, hands searching for
and flex a rhyme like a bicep
Some steps with concepts, but um, who cares
Not even the damn People Under the Stairs
Interruption, interruption
True
WHITEST BRONCO CHASE
IN THE HISTORY OF THE CONSPIRACY OF TELEVISION,
IS ALL I'M SAYING
IT'S ONE FOR THE MONEY, TWO FOR THE MONEY,
THREE FOR THE MONEY,
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they
out
Put your feet in the air
People under my stairs
Cold hearted my stare
Buy one hoe unprotected
Took some losses no question
But we only fear
to break out from seeing only the inside of reflected ocean on the sky.
It was early 2001 and I was almost 23. I'd finished recording the Glow pt. 2 and I
Sent a couple of texts to remind his friends
The bouncer pats him down, a woman stamps his right hand
Climbs a flight of stairs, boosted for tonight's
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissing on the stairs, you know they just
Do right by me or it's back to the C
Eleven beavers and Justin Bieber go out to the sea
Fight on the way and come back happily
Go happily, Go luckily,
Moons, just two pale orbs as|they trace their way across the steely sky. I used to think I had a pretty good life here,|just plugging into my machine for
the ground like farming season
They get seeded, no longer needed
Real what we did, never cheated
Humble as a mumble, no beef like vegans
Yellow Topsheet, Pt. 2
loops of my pants
Got me on the curb lettin' tha traffic pass me by
No questions I said nothing
Lookin' for the mutant to be buckin'
The law naw, man
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they just
Yea, so we got this tune called "for women" right
Originally, it was by nina simone
She said it was inspired by, you know
Down south, in the south,
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they
avenues
Also
Under-estimated
By my adversaries
And I had a few
I was really
Clearly
Barely making it
Feeling counterfeit
Trying to count my blessings
Was I
person
But I met two faces
Two different minds
Ended up it two places
I can Never trust a soul
People lookin for a way in
Chasing 5 star suites
Hotels
anymore
This sounds like Tears for Fears"
I thought about textin' a friend
About how depressed I was by this band
By I didn't feel like
days but things ain't change
[Chorus x2: all Nas samples]
"Nasty-Nasty-Nasty Nas is a rebel to America"
"Lyrical professor, keep ya under pressure"
The rainbow warrior of Greenpeace is damaged in
New Zealand by two bombs.
Live aid rocks the world for the hungry,
A policeman is hacked to death in London,
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they
lived, I followed in his shadow
Not just a step, the stairs for the shallow
He was a good soul, gave a childhood
Then he pointed like an arrow
Told me
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