Lyrics:
sixth I lost my life too
It's like I'm here in a dark dream
Nightmare, hear screams recorded
Say that it sounds distorted but
They know who it was
That
like Ed Edd Eddy we plot
Still eating good with my belly on pot
Olde English mixed with the juice why not?
No AC get sweaty get hot
Summertime brain gets
intersecting
With the HIV
Up your ass, up your damn stomach
Through your brain at last
Just to eat that from a fast
And you was just Ebola’d
Blood going in
a modern desperado.
Comfy on his saddle,
With his neck on the gallow.
Mr point, like a hollow.
cnd I'm still here!
Message in the bottle,
cnd it's still
charged by god,
with a sacred quest. If you will give us food and shelter for
the night, he can join us in our quest for the holy grail.
Well, i'll ask him
being alone I started to fear it
Spend time with me in 2017, you'll start to hear it
We speak languages of the ancients
This English diagnosis of being
of the story is
If you don't have something good to talk
Shut up na by force
Okay maybe you can whistle
Just in case you want to use it
Haha ok let me talk well
I am the lyricist
Sometimes the suckers on the side gotta hear this
Page, a rage, and I'm not in a cage
Free as a bird to fly up out on stage
I am the lyricist
Sometimes the suckers on the side gotta hear this
Page, a rage, and I'm not in a cage
Free as a bird to fly up out on stage
my girl Mary Jane
And she stays on my brain
Like a big gravy train
Paparazzi on my case
Giving chase
Cameras flashing in my face
All up in my
far too short to be granted to the modern god David Bowie by this universe
There are two men in my apartment right now cutting up walls with power
that english that's broke as hell
That's why my niggaz in the hood understand me so well
Its the modern rap type talk
Used to walk, all over your ears
and mother emcees
While I got a lot of brand in my name, I'm recognizable
Leavin' me the cash amount, that's quite sizable
Rich in that English that's broke
yourself by yourself
In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health
I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck
My life is four
what I'm saying
I got attacked by a million bees
My dog is sick or so she's telling me
Up to my eyes with kids and stuff
But still I type, can't get
one-five three for a qp
Light off the cab mall baby I'm the best out here
In a drop (?) cause prices get high
In the school of hard knocks niggas selling
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
are tired of just waiting
While you gun us down In public and hatred
We still living in the modern day enslavement
Tell me what's your occupation
to make a living
Overcome the odds is the only decision
Cast like my pawn with your third eye vision
Slip up in the brain raise a sharp incision
English nobles I don't care a straw,
Here's five thousand to one upon Master McGrath.'
Oh, McGrath he looked up and he wagged his old tail.
Informing
it
Most y'all niggaz know I cut ya like cheese that's cheddared
I been around the world like Lisa Stansfield tour bus
Tearin niggaz up from here
This is the best time in your life
Your brain is still really good
You'll come up with some fantastic ideas, okay?
You still have, How old are you,
lost my life too
It's like I'm here in a dark dream
Nightmare, hear screams recorded
Say that it sounds distorted but
They know who it was
That was me
appeared in English around 1000 AD
And by the 16th century it was commonly referred to in English
English was spelt wrong here
As sparak or sparach
At this
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