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suspicious by the way he slid his feet
Didn't want to fuck up the come-up
So I smiled with my eyes said "hey, how's it hanging guy?"
Bumped into his
gave
And what was learned
Like one for all
Whatever turn of events may come
We all live underground
Underground where it stays warm
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Underground കാലങ്ങളായ് കണ്ടറിഞ്ഞതാട്ട്
The underground still doesn't get the recognition it deserves.
മാറ്റി വെക്ക് നിന്റെയൊക്കെ താത്തി വെച്ച തട്ട്.
Stop
dream of
I don't care if what I was getting
From you wasn't enough
'Cause you're a vital requirement
For me to live
I'm always giving you my love
And your
That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island
And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By
and made you enter the ship,
The journey was long and many died on the trip.
Children were lost and the women were raped,
Even men were violated as they met
entranced, mesmerized and romanced
In a moment enhanced by the first dance of Dustin and Sara
Ladies tittered with hushed voices; corners of old men’s eyes
Look here,
I was at hole side supporting my cousin while he DJ,
Chilling in corner peeping out the grown men's child's play,
Boys walking in and out
cones when I'm firing chrom
I hittin ladies to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in the street dungeon
Earth, moon and stars checkin out
a bullshit, my index press a full clip (YO)
Set up cones when I'm firing chrom
I hittin ladies to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in
to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in the street dungeon
Earth, moon and stars checkin out what the sun done
Suspects change clothes
that they underground
I put they ass under ground for life
Wait, I'mma set that ass straight
Herbs only perpetrate
But look, my burner don't
Om du er fake
Kan du regne med at jeg kommer stormende som et uvær
Med nok en låt dere får på hjernen
Folk vil nå opp til meg så de står på tærne men
understand the lies of those men
I finally understand what was hiding that stone
c lot of secrets covered by the cult and the lie
I remind the words
criminals
High moral standard, men of principle
To luxury from conditions unliveable
Nigga we went to the funerals, eyes blurry
All the loved ones I had
the blood that you give to men
There's, no excuse I could give, we just all want to live
All the war that you bring to men
War, is comin' home, takes
the following statement
One's gotta learn to get rich
To be poor anyone can manage
Now once I made a round through the wise men
Don't nobody got no money problems
Something I did Something I don't
I can't explain how to
I cant' speak for everybody but
[Verse 1]
There must be more good women than men
biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
Where people can be what they want to be
And where Apartheid could never happen again
Where people don't judge you by the color of your skin
Where I
being for such a brief moment, bedazzled and perplexed
Bowled over by the apparent insignificance of our lives
Yet struck by the immediacy and potency
at all
But that's just the result of me paying attention
To all these women that think like men with the same intentions
Talking strippers and models
something wet to wipe away the chill that's on his bone.
Seeing his reflection in the lives of all the lonely men
Who reach for any thing they can to keep
through ya
I wanna do it again but now it's fun using this pen
Spitting dark energy fit for you and your men
To move militant due diligence to stay vigilant
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