Lyrics:
right along with the
New Brady Bunch
Have your people call my people and let's do lunch
Reaction to the actin there's more to me
Than human flesh
I've
the bible is right, the world will explode
I've been trying to get as far away from myself as I can
Some things are too hot to touch
The human mind can
the bible is right, the world will explode
I've been trying to get as far away from myself as I can
Some things are too hot to touch
The human mind can
on the right
Barry's their man he has no pinkish tan
Like Allen and Milton and Dwight
There 's a man sitting
On the Un-American Committee
He's a Jack Ash
Hiphop Declaration of
Peace guides Hiphop
Kulture toward freedom from violence
And establishes advice and protection for
The existence and development
full of pity for all of human kind
As we move forth, we fall further behind
Fear of death, will my life go on?
Controlled fate? On the corner
don't)
But I, I'm feelin' good about myself
So I, I splurge a lil' hell
I think the time has come
For me to have some fun
I'm 'bout to peel back
don't)
But I, I'm feelin' good about myself
So I, I splurge a lil' hell
I think the time has come
For me to have some fun
I'm 'bout to peel back
urgent
for the mass appeal biomedical test your rectum
squeezing in banana peels
Outwards backwards towards Boston
It's costing androids leaving
I've done nothing wrong in my eyes
Who really pays the fucking price
My lament for the human race
Guilty punishment for all my sins
Dread the day that
wanes
Fumbling for what's at stake
His country's decline
Is in its design
Broken
This country's decline
Is there by design
November
The fascist appeal
in, ya wit it?
Then holla like wheels on appeal, don't squeel
Just keep it on the wheels for the Masta Kill
Just givin' you somethin' that y'all can
getting right on them 747 Boeings
Dunn you fam to me, and only family
That can get that close to me, keep it type strong
Blowing green that's keeping us
movin' the heat
Raw head Rex had coot in his teeth
Every single one of y'all food for the beast
And the human remains are the room for the pain
a maxi pad
It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
While I'm masterfully constructing
This master piece
I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
salary
Livin like human batteries
To keep you blind from reality
Its all a strategy
Late up we livin right
Aint much them ends be tight
They fiendin for
loud - and crime is done
No appeal for the common man
Just cold hard facts - in computer land
All freedom burns on eternal fire
There's no more
repay your debts then get out right now
There is no forgiveness, there are no appeals
I'm out for revenge for every shitty deal
Turning all your stolen
wanna feel like I did the right program
I just want to appeal to my dad and my cousins (again)
When I cut that feel I do nothing but diplomas
Love is
the committee
Things are already such a pity
But something tells me it only gets more gritty
I know I'm on the right side to hate it
I don't see how anybody could
me, appeal me
We now have a mountain to climb but this avalanche keeps crumbling down
Burying me and my rights as a human being
Where do I go from
to conceal
Told that you must surrender
Sexist appeal demoralizes men
Encouraging rape
Another persons body is never for
Anyone else to take
Treating a fellow
Living on the edge like an outlaw
I'ma make it with or without y'all
I lead with the right like a Southpaw
Don't know me, gotta get out more
I've been
This is my genesis the truth
No sega, to praise him so mega
Let me make it clear for those tryna get right
This walk a process, I'm an example in
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