Lyrics:
Chairman of the Mau Mau
I hear the world in all-black surround sound
Barricaded so you can't move around now
Doin this for my clan that ain't around now
the world in all-black surround sound
Barricaded so you can't move around now
Doin' this for my clan that ain't around now
Buried six feet deep beneath
Oh, the masks don't work
Just not on their own
You need to wear more
That's right, this is what they're telling people in Murica
You had to wear two,
to Rock Hard like Cafe
Mother
Outsidaz, Night Life, urban brew
Why try, we murda you
Drive by's in convertible
Lex, stretched like your grandmothers
Pull up to your crib in a Benz
You know my bitch pissed when I'm fucking all her friends
Can't be bluffing this dick too big
She told me I could fuck
a slave
But you don't have to be owned to be used
We are bound by survival
To honor deals towards our kind
At night, an army of small hands
Fixing
girl
I won't tell you again
What do you gain
By blackening her name
She's smarter than you
Oh isn't it a shame
You're gonna lose that sulky girl
Sulky
CAPTION: '?15' (which flashes on and off
Quickly)
Presenter So Mrs Teal...if you send us ?15 by return
Post, please, and your husband Trevor, and your
busy by counting alms and gathering their crumbs
we are doomed to live in dependence of this scum.
Explicit violence, blackmail parliamentarism
Explicit
by your blackmail
You won't blackmail me
I've got my clipboard, text books
Lead me to the station
Yeah, I'm off to the civil war
I've got my kit
Welcome, to a sound, to a sound, I am loud
I am loud, to a crowd, and the crowd
Goes for miles
I am, what I am, to a fan, I am him
To him, his
She is little, cruel and crushin'
Take your tool while you're
Fooled by blushin'
Mind your head stead of findin' Russians
Plums a professor, ladies
Kind ladies and kind gentlemen
Soon I will be gone
But let me just warn you all
Before I do pass on
Stay free from petty jealousies
Live by no man's code
(Chorus)
ONE, TWO, you know what to do
ONE, TWO, you know what to do
SOUND OFF, all my hoes in this muthafucker
SOUND OFF, all my niggas in
want your favors. (This ain't
no blackmail...) This aint no blackmail well this is for amusement."
(you don't need a doctor honey, you need a mortician
Jays to control a sound
But D-Nice, you're gonna make the party live
[D-Nice]
Bust it, yo
I love to diss whores, I love to do tours
Makin
who drew his gun,
But the pistol was welded to the holster
By age and careless children,
So it struggled and strained
And it unwound its own
It was a day or so ago
I saw him run into the night
And on his face, more than a trace
Of wild fear in the eye
He was haunted by a tragic dream
You know what I don't understand?
You say you real but you go on the stand against your man's
You better change your plans better do the dirt by
who drew his gun,
But the pistol was welded to the holster
By age and careless children,
So it struggled and strained
And it unwound its own
by your blackmail
You won't blackmail me
I've got my clipboard, text books
Lead me to the station
Yeah, I'm off to the civil war
I've got my kit
what you wish to sell.
There is no heaven without a hell.
In your mind's eye could you truly believe,
That by giving you can save your soul,
Could you
hatred and my fury at his lies
When he says you tried to blackmail me you're just as bad as I
He says go and do your damnedest, throw your mother
Uh, I know you,
You used to ride up high on your green steed
Usually after they come down,
Fools come back around,
Sniffing out the weed,
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