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The Periodic Table is a tabular arrangement of the chemical elements, organized on the basis of their atomic number, electron configurations,
Personne ne peut stopper ma force mais j'vous cache ma rage
Comme tous mes côtés atroces et où j'passe à l'acte
Mais tout ça, ça marque,
I will cut away the forces of evil with songs of praise
In order to enter the holy gates of Chakal Tapuchin
We herewith invite her the Shechinah
une pluie diluvienne, chaude et acide
Alors j'ai joint mes deux mains aux siennes
Ses traits sombres la rendaient quasiment inhumaine, froide et avide
J'ai fais mes bails
Gros vient pas trop m'raconter ta life
J'pose carte sur table dans le pera
Qu'un seul mérite dans la vie c'est l'taff
Yema m'a
joint my joints so you know that I feel your pain
I used to see you every day, now it hurt, I don't see your face
If you was coach, I made the plays, we
or
L'exposer dans un sale décor
La force en dit long dans la discorde
Toujours un plaisir
J'me perds dans l'silence quand ça record
J'arrive chez Mamie un
Timberland boots, Air Force
And shell-toes
Who the fuck is them?
If I gotta pay to get in the club
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn
The street volume up
No, it can't be! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
[Redman]
Yo.. yo, gimme some room I'm throwin elbows
Timberland boots, Air Force and shell-toes, who the fuck is
Timberland boots, Air Force
And shell-toes
Who the f*** is them?
If I gotta pay to get in the club
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn
The street volume up
Or run 'fore you get injured
A fuckin' Ninja Turtle wouldn't come toward us
Two joint forces, of course this is what blunt force is
'Cause we'd smoke you
Timberland boots, Air Force
And shell-toes
Who the fuck is them?
If I gotta pay to get in the club
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn
The street volume up
Timberland boots, Air Force
And shell-toes
Who the fuck is them?
If I gotta pay to get in the club
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn
The street volume up
voulais de la moula moi aussi
Rouler des joints dans une Audi
La liste des choses que je convoitais commence à se réduire
Salope Il te faudra plus que des
who’s the deadliest
This is the first joint we wrote
Speaking of joints
Ima hit this blunt real quick before I sing the first note.
Fettuccine:
I’m
Or run 'fore you get injured
A fuckin' Ninja Turtle wouldn't come toward us
Two joint forces, of course this is what blunt force is
'Cause we'd smoke you
starve, but
God was setting up the table
Now it's time to eat!
Look mom we did it, God wasn't kiddin'
You can't take my crown homie
Got that joint fitted
some, yo
Yo, yo, gimme some room, I'm throwin' elbows
Timberland boots, Air Force and shell-toes, who the fuck is them
If I gotta pay to get in the club
lame
I blow up my stereo
I’m hearing you, but I don’t like it
Ya know? There’s too many elements to rap
I’m giving you hell, when I smell it
It rotten in
The same element that creates the wind and the rain created woman
God is everyone and everywhere
Safe to assume that I had a breakthrough
I made
Drinking oceanic tears on account of immortal potion, kinda moral emotion
Forces in sourcing forest for us like auroral devotion
I'm in a zone where Amazonia
miss?
900 CC's of the raw in one fist
The bum's dumb blitzed
Order in the court where
The mortars jump bricks
Everybody, lung on the table
This
faults
Do it like no one else can
Brother Speech up in this joint
Brother Speech up in this jam
The whole place about to slam
Like there's poets up in here
some, yo
Yo, yo, gimme some room, I'm throwin' elbows
Timberland boots, Air Force and shell-toes, who the fuck is them
If I gotta pay to get in the club
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