Lyrics:
leave the porch
I said mamA stop playing wit me
Mama I ain’t playin
I was on some grown man shit since I was 10
I been getting up by 4am to get it in
Now
and your fancy car, I said
I said "dope man Dopeman" that's who I am
I got lyrics by the pounds and I sell 'em for grams
I don't sell crack or sell coke
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
the cleanliness and the power the first in the nation
To prove who they are
Through infinity, through eternity, through time span
Standing one man, if you hold my
class man how'my gonna last?
By workin' I always be hustlin'
These niggas all turkey no stuffin'
Been makin up something from nothin'
That good shit you
and i get fine physique
I dey act make i cast like sars
No be muscle i go blow pass wizzy
Make the troubles just dey far like stars
You know
You no try
your band
Man I hate your band
Man I hate your band
Well were going down to London
Were gonna sign a deal
We know a guy in camdom
Who says that
Aw hell nah nigga
We ain't doin' no freestyles
Don't even know how to do that shit
Yeah whatevah
Check it out man, check this one out
I been
the grave with my true love below
Long ago lived a man on the mountain
Who’d lost all his family save for one son
As the boy grew tall and strong as his
still in the field like Suárez
In the four by four mes natës
'Cah we get money regardless
Splash man up like I've lost my taste
Keep splashing, can't
I'm so grateful what I have is all original
I can't be you you can't be me so what I'm stressin' for?
I'm not gone stress no more, not what I'm living
[Chorus: Elephant Man]
We, we, Jamaicans who we be
New York, we, we, Jamaicans who we be
Everybody sing we, we, Jamaicans who we be
London a sing we, we,
original
Body boom basher, I'm the lyrical master
Who's the rugged body boom
Banger inspiring minds
To fight and boom bang a
Physical king and I rock
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
to show you who I am
Original man, Black Thought, aka lieutenant
Malik B'll be the m-ill-i-tant
Known to vanish in the atmosphere
We up there like
damn
I like to take this time to show you who I am
Original man, Black Thought, aka lieutenant
Malik B'll be the m-ill-i-tant
Known to vanish in
Act like I care, but I really don't
Wanted to change
But somehow I knew I really won't
See I'm the type of man, who can't stay out the bottle
If
English and Italian it
Tells the tale of a rich American woman
(played in Daniel Evans’s new
Production by soprano Renée
Fleming) who travels to Florence in
Anus...
(Chorus)
Hi, my name is what?
My name is who?
My name is Slim Anus
Hi, my name is huh?
My name is what?
My name is the fudgepacker
Hi, my name is
the last
Of a dyin' pack of lions, nightmares of the cast
Thorough bread survivin', you know (Queens in the house)
Welcome home Ronny Bumps, and love
Original Badman Killer yah
Why you tryna gimme ponch
Thank God Shey man dodge
Emi Omo ope timo ja gan
Ti man lu sekere Lori gangan
I better run my
shape-shift eyes
In sumerian disguise
By the gods who decree our faith
By the gods who decree our faith
De-luvium religions of monarchs and gods
all His wisdom
Gave history to man
So we would know the bible's truth
The proving of His plan
For those who think the Book
Is nothing more than lies
.jpg/220px-The_Phantom_of_the_Opera_(1986_musical).jpg "The Phantom Of The Opera Original London Cast")
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