Lyrics:
worthless and doesn't
Help America one bit i will keep on
Providing you more information
About my ideology learn along the way
Make sure you're paying
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OD and die
Soul spaceship blast off
Blast off
Do you really want to fuck with me
I'll blast your ass if you fire at me
Then smoke that blunt for
GUNS.
As you
Can see, this gun is really fast! (GUNS.) It fires a 9
Millimeter round at a rate of 1200 rounds per minute! (GUNS.) That's, like,
20
Yo, you and loophole, dumped, had to stoop low
Got grimy with the group, doh grab another crab drawing and clawing down, each from a crawling
Toddler
We blast humans in half
Harry Truman with straps of mass destruction
Entrusting sub-humans with buttons
Lusting for war
Glutton for punishment
to black out return fire
My favourite, the heavy ion cannon
Blue-white energy will fry y'all planet
But not before I infiltrate your information network
gon' feel like you got tasered
Hear a blast and see a flash from
Far like a massive star quasar
Laser hit you in your facial
Tissue like acne scar laser
of history, you still don't even get it
This talent is unrecognized, I'm staying in my crevice
The mainstream media is changing for wreckage
And people go blast
happen you's the punk
I'll put you in the trunk
You dunk nigga I bring funk
Lets get funky wit' these niggas
Grab the triggas and blast
Lets get
I'm insane
In search of fame, won't hurt to change
Followin' the foot steps of past dealers
Equipped with ski masks, no witness as we blast squealers
therapy
I poured the kerosene in group, watched the fire leap
A shred of truth is all a liar need
It all burn the same when the fire feed
Men wrack our
slimey (slimey)
Don't try me (don't try me, nigga)
It's been ten long years (ayo, listen)
You can not retire me (yo)
Bring fire and Ruck let the heat
Laughin' at ya (ha)
Funk used to be a bad word
(sung by the group
Interspersed with stuff from
George and others)
Sittin in the woods upon a log
Finger
I'm insane
In search of fame, won't hurt to change
Followin' the foot steps of past dealers
Equipped with ski masks, no witness as we blast squealers
some supervision?
Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video?
If there were no prisons, well, where would robbers go?
And what if I told you
effects
That's impacting on me like a swing to the neck
Or a blast to the knee or a sting to my chest
So I look and look around
Everybody took and took
So whassup, man?
Gamin', man
Aight aight. Yo, you know I had to call, you know why right?
Why?
Theres this new rap group you gotta hear
Aight aight,
out the fires of white people in blue uniforms
In Montgomery, Rosa Parks refuses to give up her seat to a white man
This demonstration, with
screamin no blood for oil
Groups of recruits get fitted for troop boots
While business suits shoot hoops eatin fruit loops
Yo I don't understand
at home in
A blast from the Grasshoff, awhile it's been
Stepping into the future again
Uh, and now I'm straight from eighty-eight
To ninety-three,
Called a brave nigga
Fuckin with a made nigga
M.O.B. gun fire
Gettin sprayed quicker
Fuck em all let em understand
My plot to get richer
Much
a rat handing out information
You wanna run and said Clef took my paper
Clef ain't take your paper
Clef is just a narrator
Think I'm a singer
I'ma
your god
Spent a lifetime on my knees
Own
All their wealth keeps you supressed
But then came by a group of people
Whose true intentions were to help out
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