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SECOND BROTHER:  Michael Palin


Scene 1
[wind]
[clop clop]
ARTHUR:  Whoa there!
[clop clop]
GUARD #1:  Halt!  Who goes there?
ARTHUR:  It is I,

another player in this game
We can never be the same
Friendships bredrin's and mates
He don't understand his woman playing games and he's getting played
Me

First class, but just half a year
Second class was full on
And teacher says it is o.k. to dream at night
But how did I get so used to be inside

Sometimes you only meet ya soul mate for a second 
You question if them comin in ya life was a blessin
Was it, really real or fake and pretendin

audience applauds
The football players have class
Some are now making a cross
Others are touching the grass
In front of the fans lining up
Their right hand

You're trouble notice mate, 
You need to focus on dropping your weight,

2nd verse - 
This is my second blow, J to the O, 
I thought I let you know,,,,

to tall buildings in the city
Flipped around inside out and did a full-on 360
As I packed my bags waved bye to mates I've had my entire life
Changed

share my cells with my mate, not share a cell with mates
Wreckin' shit with my recklessness
The L get lit, that's when I start second-guessin' shit

livin' that high
When your ready and you fly 
On an airplane 
Flying first class 
Gotta maintain
Rolling in the night 
On the fast lane 
Imma work it till

the future or thinking about a job with a tie & suit yeah
Never finished my homework and rock up to class late teachers gave up and said mate! Just do whatever

since before I was a teen 
You had to pick a team for your identity
No other brothers in my school so it was left to me
I remember when a class mate first

Bottoms Up/Intro

Obie Trice

Bottoms Up

2012

The Seconds Round's On Me
It's well appreciated, no doubt

Detroit city stand up

They say when a nigga for testing
They say that he stay kept with his

I'm still a foreign man
On this land
Yo yo yo Sam kick it like a can god damn

I'm like a second-class citizen
Searching for the city Zen
But when I

jackpot
Living with people as rich as you are
Seeing your middle class's mate
Sorry it's too far
Locked at home in a golden cage
Outside no more exists

Six foot, seven foot
Walk it like I talk it, told a bitch I love her
Then I left and now she stalking
Grew up middle class, I get accustomed

two standards for our boats
Live export cattle's first class, and second class is you.
But then on the horizon I saw the sunrise gleaming
We sailed past

Sesame Street

Goodie Mob

Soul Food

1995

Sanford truck undercover
But he geela folks for the class "A" substances narcotics
Ole shought stopping ask?
Can be "shock-ca-locka"?
Um to mad to be

class
And again aesthetically for me, she was a real pass
Some gals they're hooked and won't take no for no
But then who wouldn't want a second ticket for

aint got bread and her friend's kinda dead
This zoot i cant pass it
(Never)
I used to chop down crops like a harvest
He had second thoughts, had to tell

Huge ego
He calls my bluff
My alpha male mate says he can
Solve the world’s problems half cut

But seconds later
It’s all gone wrong
He’s singing

don't try to
Measure up against me mate
You smoke like five seconds spotted
Y'all like y'all left it
So I killed you on your own records like
Did that

lemon 
I mean lavender
Onto the next challenger 
Like, "Don't come to class tomorrow"
"Verm slipped out Excalibur"

Man we really out here slaying tracks

I was born in a small village of India in a lower middle class family
Bragging or showing off was never my style
It wasn't an option either, all I

the ultimate pen, and I don’t mean second to last
When I was bored in class, it got unscrewed and taken apart
Just bring it back, apologise, I’m sure we’ll make