Lyrics:
away the)
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go, create another fable, you wanted to
Grab a brush and put a little makeup, you wanted
away the)
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go, create another fable, you wanted to
Grab a brush and put a little makeup, you wanted
away the shake-up
Why'd you leave the keys up on the table?
Here you go, create another fable (you wanted to)
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
us all
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Love's so close, your blood is running thick
All you see is written, maybe not correct
Delusion creates illusion
the sack
Oh speaking in tongues
Well I got the bag coming out of a sack
Kickback, kickback
Yo, word up man, yo, check this out
Going under the table
Cumma
We all create this imagery. We all increase this lunacy.
Floating, melting open sores for exploration
Exploding worlds surrounding imaginations?
sweepers Little Daddy street preacher
Illustrious feature, narrator you select
Accompanied by Deck plus the DJ you respect
The seven-and-a-half combine,
(Wake up)
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
Why did you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create
I'm out to get you
Create a disturbance in your mind
I've been sent to select you
From another place in time
It's gonna be something new, new
Eyes shining bright with flame
sacrifice should be made
the high priest shall inspect
noble seeds he will select
I offer unto thee
behold the sack
sweepers Little Daddy street preacher
Illustrious feature, narrator you select
Accompanied by Deck plus the DJ you respect
The seven-and-a-half combine,
of art has never been easier
Select an option between "Creation" or "Destruction"
You have chosen to Create
Access the Composer Mode
Make a great
you create
You are the distortion that you cause
You become the problem you create
Happy occasion
Supposed to be nice
Round the table
Well, isn't it
Me no select no tune an Jerry don't operate
Fe see me lift speaker - box you must fortunate
Cause asdedance down me gone home me gone go hibernate
Everybody looks so ill at ease
So distrustful, so displeased
Running down the table
I see a borderline
Like a barbed wire fence
Strung tight,
line girl)
Play the record by my favorite band
Turn table lets bless me on my stereo
Play my favorite song on my stereo
Like Macy Gray, roots,
The wicked unclean
We despise the name of those we crush
We select beings who deceive and yet
Speak for us
These mirrors reflect the truth
What we've
Everybody looks so ill at ease
So distrustful, so displeased
Running down the table
I see a borderline
Like a barbed wire fence
Strung tight,
spittin' rhymes written on project kitchen tables
I load this 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya
Now that's for Crooked I, the scrap happy, mic snatcha
Daz:
Their feet are dirty
Their outlook is wild
That's how it should be
So please be mild
Fresh fruit from home
A table filled with food
These thoughts
Hey DJ (you're on the line girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play the record by my favorite band
Turn table let's bless me on my stereo
Put your life on the table
Stick your money on the line
Create the situation there, one more time
Your name it means nothing
And the dreams that
How y'all let the braids on TV?
How y'all let the hood at the table?
Now y'all don't even know how to rate him
Niggas lookin' like I'm
Two-zero-zero-three, and shit, it ain't the same
Better have a strap, my nigga, simple and plain
Put your nuts on the table, my nigga, let's play the game
Hurt you so
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