Lyrics:
victims of typewriters
The band sounds like typewriters
The big man, he's not listening
His eyes hold Edith
His left hand holds his right
What does
victims of typewriters
The band sounds like typewriters
The big man, he's not listening
His eyes hold Edith
His left hand holds his right
What does
BY YA (bzz bzzt) in sun fire - see'mon!
What why'all need to do is throw that shit up, shit up
For the cool amigos with Tequila in the gut
What
Beef what a relief
When will this poisonous product cease?
This is another public service announcement
You can believe it or you can doubt it
on more than a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks (yeah-yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip
[Originally by Dag Nasty]
What'd you say
When I said we'll be here through tomorrow
In my heart and in my head
Fear of failure
Fear of reprimand
Two
souls
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord
Save our souls, save our souls
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord (Hitkidd, what it do, man?)
Uh, Lord forgive
She, she, came from the land of the cotton
A land that was nearly forgotten by everyone
And she, she worked and she slaved so hard
A big old field
She, she, came from the land of the cotton
A land that was nearly forgotten by everyone
And she, she worked and she slaved so hard
A big old field
Maybe one of these days you
Can let the light in
Show me how big your brave is
Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you
reports on the last resorts
Of the stepped on, the non wealthy
Scrounge up the money to pay for rent
Lent too much by such and such
Sucked dry and fucked by
Aye
Big racks on me homie that's facts
Got slaps on me homie that's facts
No acts on me homie that's facts
All cap when you talking that's facts
Aye
you make
Hey, don't call me deranged
It's the cold hard cash, all the big fat stacks
Baby, you just wanna see commas
All the fancy shoes, who you tryna
anxieties and woes
We'll get your big, big break
At this rate, something has to
And if you haven't figured it out, by now
I don't think that I want to tell
sick days
Sleep walkin sip drank
Got flavor how the drip taste
Posted up on the block like Dikembe
Whole lotta money need a big bank
I be kickin shit
This for all the haters that doubted man
Give them a reason not to, look yea
This is for the haters that be doubting the talent
Say you leading by
I got mob ties, real ties, don corleone
Big fries, five guys, guess I'm playin goalie
All eyes, by surprise, imma kill em slowly
Big prize, god
endeavor
These hoes can't walk in my shoes
Spent a lot of time on my shoes
I get big high off my shoes
I roll these bitches up by the twos
I got a large
The room full of suits and big ties, can never ever ever take out this big guy
Got the Rage like de la Rocha, I explode fast like a supernova
They don’t care
Gimme that thing ooohhh
On a low ooooo
Gimme that big baka
Fine girl, good girl
She get big baka wey dey make man craze
Oooouuuu ehhhhh
Make a really
average
Did it by myself I managed
Thought I stopped now they asking
What happen
Gotta get to the bag I was average
Did it by myself I managed
Thought I
running shit, for the first time ever
Call it big boss bitch, that's my behavior
And you know I gotta split when I get played by a player
Keep on winning
sunny
But trust me we not Losing money
Cause well we getting active
I’m the shit not talking laxative
Nothing came by accident
made it happen
Did no
what I see in him from being him
Puppy lost boy, it's harder now to get him home
Know I'm leaving by myself when the game over
Fuck a hearse y'all should
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