Lyrics:
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M. I. N. I. M. A. L.
Minimal (minimal) minimal (minimal)
M. I. N. I. M. A. L.
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White on white
Light,
L. Ron Hoover:
Welcome to the First Church of Appliantology! The WHITE ZONE is for loading and unloading only!
Don't you be Tarot-fied
It's just
White on white
Light, sublime, subliminal
The void is clean
A cell but not for a criminal
Light and shade
Time and space
M. I. N. I. M. A. L.
I drop the L. when I'm skiing
I'm smoking and peaking
I put the skis on the roof almost every single weekend
Can't stop the mind-fuck when it's
James Brown, Heʼs Still The Man
Every Time I See A Kid,
Black, White, Asian , Latino
Come From Nothing
And Believe They Can Go Somewhere And Beat
Time I See A Kid,
Black, White, Asian , Latino
Come From Nothing
And Believe They Can Go Somewhere And Beat The Odds I Know Thatʼs James Brown Heʼs
Time I See A Kid,
Black, White, Asian , Latino
Come From Nothing
And Believe They Can Go Somewhere And Beat The Odds I Know Thatʼs James Brown Heʼs
Hook: (Kidd Crash / Jamelle L. Lillard)
I’m just a wild boy
Pistol gripping
Panty dropping nigga
Don’t call me on my phone
If it ain’t about that
G. L. E. W. Double O. D.
E. N. G. L. E. W. Double O. D.
Ain't no hood like my hood in the city
But it's love for every hood in the city
Go Go Go Go Go
she like me ha
But when she see me wit a C. L. like Pete Rock
she just wanna grab a microphone and beatbox
Even in highschool i was always a special kid
and a black guy
James Chance is with four black guys, two women and one white guy
James Chance is next to two women
Behind him are four black guys and there's
pune dzepove i kese
I sve je super svi se smijese
Yea yea , he he
Ova igra nista nije fair play
Ovdje samo geng je
Pritisak na meni kao L. James
L-ove ne
(Timeless)
I can't go back
Saggy denim, 1995
I be all in 'em, L. L. on the side
With my Tommy boxers or my Calvin Klein
Ooh, baby, ooh, baby,
the one that didn´t turn your back
On the hungry white child with no name, Reuben James,
Reuben James with your mind on the soul
And a bottle in your
You were the one that didn't turn your back
On the hungry white child with no name, Reuben James
Reuben James
With your mind on my soul and a Bible in
the way for white buyers
Concrete under the tires while I'm skating
C. L. R. James, I was reading 'bout the Haitian Revolution
In the U.S. Constitution we
James Buckland
James Buckland
James Buckland
I fucked your bitch,
I’m James Buckland
I fucked your bitch
I look like James Buckland
I fucked your
(jaja)
Compré lo' kilo' a James Harden (eh)
Compré lo' kilo' a James Harden (eh)
Compré lo' kilo' a James Harden
Y van pa'l Madison Square Garden
You were the one that didn't turn your back
On the hungry white child with no name, Reuben James
Reuben James
With your mind on my soul and a Bible in
your skin was black
You were the one that didn't turn your back
On the hungry white child with no name, Reuben James
Reuben James
With your mind
that didn't turn your back
On the hungry white child with no name, Rueben James
Rueben James, with your mind on my soul
And a bible in your right hand,
your skin was black
You were the one who didn't turn your back
On a hungry white child with no name, Reuben James.
Reuben James with your mind
skin was black
You were the one who didn't turn your back
On a hungry white child with no name, Reuben James
Reuben James with your mind on my soul
I'm
Looking at them plaques, count 'em (yeah)
I'm L. L. Cool J, bigger and deffer, that's how come (uh)
I sell like four mil' when I put out a bad
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