Lyrics:
can't do it, 'cause you ain't got no teeth in ya mouth
And I know ya just tired of me, beatin ya out
Ya trained all year, in a karate class
And took one
defeat me, negative
So it's over and I guess you gotta live with it
And you can tell by the records that's distributed
I spit it out
[Chorus (repeat
when we be walkin'
With the power to put a graveyard inside a coffin
Let's air it out like the breeze
Now watch me do one-armed handstands
And hang
(Ah)
Yeah, got a homie named Trel from Hoover
He might shoot you
Red rag hangin' out my right pocket
But I'll blues you (Doot)
When them roosters touch
The world collapses inward
Retreat to calm the fray
Foreseen by higher power
With shoulders raised at bay
Steady blows to way of life
Send spirit
diamonds
But it turns out they was rhinestones
Like atomic bombs baby girl you got my mind blown
Okay
Dreyo said that
I don't need a watch on my own time
on to me
Dive into my blood
Swim like fire through my veins
Oh so deadly, so dangerous
But I feel no pain
With you by my side
I feel like I could fly
Watch
Rooster hits the washboard and people just got to smile
Blinky thumps the gut bass and solos for a while
Poor Boy twangs the rhythm out on his kalamazoo
Yeah
Dance floor popping
Back of them jeans rocking
Damn she got me clocking
Ready to find out all the options
Cheers to a good time
Watch it all
teeth in ya mouth
And I know ya just tired of me, beatin ya out
Ya trained all year, in a karate class
It took one second, to put yo` ass in a body bag
tryna scuba
Off the top she tryna gimme knowledge tryna share medulla wit me
I watch out for Peters in my camp there ain't no Judasin me
I be early in
Trees beaten by the wind
Lights turned on during eve
It's time for tea
Watch out for leaves
And flies and bees
Fighting for sugary treats
Around
a race of busy bees & happy honeycombs
With atomic couple,
Mechanical guests
Getting gased in self service homes
Check out the chick, check out the chick,
feet
Rooster hits the wash board, people just got to smile
Blinky thumps the gut-bass and he solos for a while
Poor boy twangs the rhythm out, on his
saw
I'ma just call a lil' play
Ain't gotta shoot
I pass my niggas the ball
I get them roosters involved
Find out where you stay
And they get
[rae] no tricks, no tricks baby
[nas] yeah, aiyyo rae
[ghf] check it out y'all
[nas] it's the science
[ghf] fly wonderful
[rae] yeah y'all
[nas] tony
or quantum, wave functions, mechanic mind out of matter
This behaviour is accompanied by conscious experience
Remains astral, flexing as ever
Ask
Rooster hits the washboard and people just got to smile
Blinky thumps the gut bass and solos for a while
Poor boy twangs the rhythm out on his Kalamazoo
codeine
Pour a sip out
That's for the dead homies
Hope they in Heaven
And hope they watch over me
When I am on something
Also the sober me
When I am calm
the witness didn't show up
Look out in drug stores (but I'm slippin') bare approach the look out
Be off the block by ten, the kite was sent
Then all those
Slide up the faders when the cabinet slams
And get your hands up, now get your hands up
Light up the stage and watch me kick out the jams
So throw your
with a cardboard box, in the manner preferred by famous singing christians.
Rhonda reaches inside the briefcase and locates her 'special atomic glasses'
Jekyll, till man switch now watch a man Hyde
Please dead that, dead talk on your dead apps
Or I'll send my dawg to go fetch that
Ride out in jet black
cnd
Now weaken when Prince Poetry commence speakin
Side by side I rock with the Pharoahe
Watch you decomposin MC's, and look there's only a shadow
Too late,
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