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Smith, Donkey and Dumbo Dalton Trumbo all up in your jungle Never stop, never stop
They'll never stop me coming for you
Historically, thy second track it must knock
Think Monkey Wrench, Praise Chorus or The Trio's Cop They're sick of my lo-fi shtick so I can't just scare them off Evange is right, I can't resent my Kramer
When I bust your door in, brother, blame her
When you're stuck and can't Drive Thru
What's a Vagrant to do
 
But plummet from the melon sky to green room Petey strapped to sweaty back, we're on soon Good thing we started the deucer out Funeral Style To tease the chorus of the Little Ripper
We ride the river, Phil greenlit the picture Before I go, Joan of Arc, let's fuck
Cuz this is our art
This forbidden beat comes with Delonge on the fucking cosign Tonight, tonoight, just throw up your bro signs
If your bros have birthing holes beneath their white studded belts Steal your belts from homophobic daddies
Whip the tiger until the pussy is your caddy
Now you are fucked by Holy Fuck, King of Mindfucks
Vitamin C's not what I need
I need to feed on period bleed
L.A to O.C, Forrest for trees
Stephanie, please
We need that good Dick
I confess I have to try to roleplay an insensitive guy
I worship the ground beneath your splendid backside
Let it crown my eyes because
I'll always come for Sherri Dupree
All my life
I swear it, all my life
I'm Brandon Boyd'ing out in this son of a bitch for you, my love, as I sing this for you: You still make my words come out.

I been channeling Missy Elliott for three days now
I been serving the game tryna get paid out
I been watching you lames while you running your mouth
You can't stand the rain while you come out the house with no
Umbrella these fellas all washed up
And want a seat at the table but didn't help cook
If you aint walk with us then you can't ride with us
You never been nowhere it's so obvious
We was chasing our dreams they called them hobby's to us
Now my Metro Boomin I'm like Havi
And new girls at the show look like Halsey
Catch me now I don't come through that often
I'm Frank Lloyd Wright with the vision
I just need the budget and some space
Check back with me in a couple days
And they gon have us on the front page
You going for the small flip
You in the backyard with it
I'm tryna have kids and they kids can get it
I told yall before that all yall can get it
I pace myself no Roy Hibbert Brandon Boyd with it
Incubus on cue I bust
Getting used to eating but I still clean up
I buy plane tickets I don't buy chains
My ex throwing the box but I don't buy games
I'm tryna lead my people to the pond let em choose
Build a couple schools
More shows, more songs, more views
When it's all done and said
More was done and less was said

Verse 1 (Hempzee#93)
In all I do I put a beauty to
By my obligation for creation for my crew
Whether it’s writing, rappin, or as a guitarist
In the cage, the basket court, wherever I’m an artist

Ridin in my car these wheels they have gone far cuz
Listening to the greats of psychedelic stars it’s
My passion, cashing in as flashes clashing
Bashing, fusioning in a ground breaking fashion

(Gato#92)
It’s funny how money makes a product to sell
In another way the dark side of the moon is lit as hell
Genius-ness of the prism of Pink Floyd
Mentioned should also be the light grenades of Brandon Boyd

The idea is a weapon that can never be destroyed
Confidently stepping as if though it was employed
Breaking the fight of night and enlightening with insight
Igniting daylight two wrongs don’t make a right

Chorus
Nobody dare interfere me, as I see it clearly, hear the masterous theory
We got it as a gift you see, the Hip Hop epiphany, Riff Knife Infantry
Bound breakers of the new rule, the musical new school, naturally cool
Amazingly lacing the beats with the phrasings; 
That’s our theory of creation

Verse 2 (Hempzee#93)
White fluffy clouds I think therefore I am
Sometimes clouding the sounds that ought to be fillin my head
The sharpest minds are occasionally left behind
Cuz the best fail the test of the rests’ design

Ain’t saying it’s mine, I mean from time to time
Yes I do actually manage to line another rhyme
But to go back to initial meaning of this verse
Did not turn out the way I planned but I guess it could be worse

(Gato#92)
I meant to rhyme with Amsterdam
But started thinkin' of Space Jam
A little colorful alien stealin powers from a man
God Damn!

By My Side

No Justice

Live at Billy Bob's Texas

2007

Written by: Tony Payne / Steve Rice / Brandon Jackson / Colin Boyd


There ought to be somebody by my side

The band is better than the one last night

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