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of which is called the Yuga
That means roughly an epoch or a era
There are 4 Yugas
And they are named after the different throws
In the Indian game of dice
kits
Whether cassette radio or CD bits
Mix tapes from the best going on and on
Throughout the city grounds to suburban lawns
Man, we don't play,
took away sex, took me out of my element
I tried to do the single-dad mingle-dance
At the club with the iron in my wrinkle pants
You can fall much
back
FN for fuck niggas
Shit might just break em' like a Kit Kat
Scatty pack a pussy magnetic
Shit I need a hellcat
Beat the coochie, make a movie
forms
The kinks, the dance, the prints on all the shirts
My grandmother told mama that it's Africa at work
On vibes, we freak, them universal beats
distract herds with new forms of entertainment
And sell off their wool in a bidding war with Satan
Now it's freeze or evolve whilst they feast on your soul
Five sisters and she's the one
More beauty than the setting sun
But she was much more than she showed
Something her form could not hold
She'd
just hit a lick
Money in my hand baby
I just hit a lick
I know I can't dance but
I do the Snoop Drip
Yeah I'm the Hott Skolla that
Form them dollars
to take you
Down Kit Kat gimmi a break
I ain't your father drop it like
It's hot so I can commandeer it
I like that water dropping off
Yah body lemme slide
all ooh la la
There's a lot of motherfucking wood to chop
Floatin
Lil dip In a bubble bath
Floatin
Lift kit on the hovercraft
Floatin
Got my floaties
A name and you’re already that
Before a face has time to form
before you’ve tasted foam
or bread
or held that tight inside your mind
hostage
on they toes
Straight up, and still I sell dope for a livin'
In the form of a compact disc, fuck prison
No more savin' cans, no more collectin' pennies
I'll
You ever dance with the Devil under the pale moonlight?
Desperados travelling
What the fuck's up son?
We could do this word up, we could do this
You ever dance with the Devil
Under the pale moonlight?
Desperados travelin'
What the fuck's up, son?
We could do this, word up, we could do this
dance in you like the West Indian Day festival
Or J'Ouvert y'all niggas is booty
The only time you murdering niggas is on looseleaf
Line for line your
dance in any weather
Warriors do work to earn their feathers
Birthed from the holocaust
That changed the world forever
Incurable diseases that they
The spirits who dance with the sun is what we are
Teachers lie about this
Daniel Snyder and The Cleveland Indians also deny it
Financial corporations show
yeah
The Asian persuasion, the Indian blazing, I'm keeping them coming
They coming from waves and I pick them from raised hands
I might even show them my
You ever dance with the devil
Under the pale moonlight?
Desperados, travellin
What the fuck's up son?
We could do this word up, we could do this
forms
The kinks, the dance, the prints on all the shirts
My grandmother told mama that it's Africa at work
On vibes, we freak, them universal beats
Can you resist the urge of
Going on a shopping splurge
Coming home with hats and a kit to make curd?
This is how you curdle the
Shot like Steve Urkel
you don't you try and scare
Me with your threats and, idle atrocities
I am the best and yo I am your boss at these
Methods and forms of, causin
or less
You ever seen the Himalayas in the form of the dead
Nameless graves in a pool with no water to tread
Wishing we were a slave being told to behave
Just like an indian
I chant and dance around
A shiny new room
With a shiny new sound
Today I woke up screaming
-Hello, my evil twin
Who's the old
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