Lyrics:
Lord Elderley, Lrd Borrowmere,
Lord Sickert and Lord Camp,
With every virtue, every grace,
Ah what avails the sceptred race,
Here you see-the
Lord Elderley, Lrd Borrowmere,
Lord Sickert and Lord Camp,
With every virtue, every grace,
Ah what avails the sceptred race,
Here you see-the
Lord Elderley, Lrd Borrowmere,
Lord Sickert and Lord Camp,
With every virtue, every grace,
Ah what avails the sceptred race,
Here you see-the
Lord Elderley, Lrd Borrowmere,
Lord Sickert and Lord Camp,
With every virtue, every grace,
Ah what avails the sceptred race,
Here you see-the
Lord Elderley, Lrd Borrowmere,
Lord Sickert and Lord Camp,
With every virtue, every grace,
Ah what avails the sceptred race,
Here you see-the
Lord Elderley, Lrd Borrowmere,
Lord Sickert and Lord Camp,
With every virtue, every grace,
Ah what avails the sceptred race,
Here you see-the
Lord Elderly, Lord Borrowmere
Lord Sickert and Lord Camp
With every virtue, every grace
Ah, what avails the sceptred race
Here you see the four
(you lazy)
I done showed niggas so much love, I can't believe they hate me (they hate me)
And the Camp don't go against the camp, that's the way
the horses out
Who each step forward to bow, free to ignore the corral
Freedom ain't a circle per the management's normal amount
It's when the chorus vow
the champion sound, you gettin' bucked down
Recognize the Boot Camp Clik out of Bucktown
Gun-thirsty little bastard, always blasted
From the sacks
the champion sound, you gettin' bucked down
Recognize the Boot Camp Clik out of Bucktown
Gun-thirsty little bastard, always blasted
From the sacks
dass du peinlich bist als Management
Mit deinen Skills wirst du nichtmal Praktikant im Banger-Camp
Engel mit der AK, immer noch im Ghetto-Blues
Du
speaking life to bitch
Bitch I'm wanhunnit and I'm cut the same
Happen to have a cup, I fill you up with game
Welcome to my camp no I'm not with fema
All you
everything the Italians
Will be sent to concentration camps
For being genetically Jewish, The Spics
Are also Jewish according to my ideology
Because the R1b
the camp tell em i can never lose
I'm more famous then a can of soup
They keep my shit on loop
You know Im the poop
You know Im the scoop
I gotta get that
im Benz lässig lenkend zum Rapevent, die Crew steigt aus 'nem Chevy-Van, sie sehen aus wie Backstreetgangs
Alpha, das beste Camp, vor der Halle wartet
traffic e dey we moving slow
Redemption camp is on a friday
How I got ignored skipped that
Fell in love missed that!
Gave up grrr get back
Fela jump then
thinking about this summer camp
12 years, I count, we traveled out to the Amish land
Looking sound, 'til my parents dipped, started panicking
Time
sound trash
Put you out on the street
Waste management
No enchilada
Only spit sriracha
Chili flakes
And these hoes all fake
Fresh like toothpaste
Keep my
stands out
Lets hit the beach and camp out
I am grateful, you put me here
You brought me here (You brought me here)
Milli
If my eyes can see my mouth can
I treat you like dustbin, I know now
Se mpone bosula don’t judge me, I’m grown now
Management for trying to adjust me it’s on now
Radios for starting
Geographic cats ran up on the fat rap bastard
Lit his jungle asphalt
Left his camp plastered
Time to bag up the bad habit like a biohazard
Ashes scattered
hinterlass' Tote in dei'm Camp
Hier die Nummer 1, für mich seid ihr scheiß Untertan'
Ich bin ein Rhyme-Wunder, Chab und bringe einhundert Bars
Wenn ich Bock
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