Lyrics:
petty was a good ol man
He grew up in the depression and he fought in the war
He never talked to much about the other shore
But he was real good
living in a dictatorship! A
Self-perpetuating autocracy in which the
Working classes - woman: There you go
Bringing class into it again
Man: That's what
the rest was my legacy.
I was born to be the king of the be-bop swing,
To have stallions and medallions, big diamond rings.
I own a castle and a yacht, two
and a yacht, two million in gold
Because rap is the game that I control.
I'm like Shakespeare, I'm a pioneer
Because I made rap somethin' people wanted
arms, let me fill you with my charms
Chaka, 'cause you know that I'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka
I'll make you more than just a physical spell
I wanna
arms, let me fill you with my charms
Chaka, 'cause you know that I'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka
I'll make you more than just a physical spell
I wanna
a robber wanna see first class
If the poor man rings
Six figures, one king
The house burns down
There's people inside
The chairman tells his officers
and a yacht, two million in gold
Because rap is the game that I control.
I'm like Shakespeare, I'm a pioneer
Because I made rap somethin' people wanted
Except your metaphors (oh, really, Gangsta Gri-zillz)
That's ten times we put on a MasterClass for you now (go, go, Doe Bizzy)
When you niggas gon'
hazardous as a bomb and arms spinnin' like Christ
Recitin' psalms in the streets of Babylon
(Verbs I gather well) ??? data shells
My squad
till the break of dawn
Trapped in this hood where there ain't no motherfuckin bon
And to that officer I know your stompin' ground here
But If you
The Cast (in order of appearance [roughly]):
KING ARTHUR : Graham Chapman
PATSY : Terry Gilliam
GUARD #1 : Michael Palin
GUARD #2 : John Cleese
cold
Blood shore lords, we will never decompose
Two blade twirl, cut your world into piece
It's best to keep the peace
But these haters don't agree with
paint always attached to the arm of the man?
Or long arm of the law?
Officer, don't know what you think you saw
Bedrock may have had the fist cocked but
the grand prize
That's right, a first class one-way ticket to
Albuquerque
Albuquerque
Oh yeah
You know, I'd never been on a real airplane before
They all call me, My bro
Officer Bhai, Salam Alaikum
Alaikum Salam, kasa ho janab
Tabyat ha Karab
Khair khariyat ha Sahab
Mera Emtehan
Bola
holdin' it down
Lick a shot, hip-hop when we in yo' town
Uhh, master blaster sound
Freak the future far from here and now
With style, release increase
V2
I wear my heart on my sleeves, from Detroit to Belize, from NY to LA, nomatter where I may stay, keep it hundred Tomorrow, kept it hundred
Cooler than Cold
King
I Frieza then terra your home
Right
Believe it I'll tear up the globe
Holding two aces the fuck is a fold
Fight
I'm kicking up
Goodbyes at the rooftop party
Hit the shore in your dad's Ferrari
Steal the night no need to be sorry
Split a zip and a fifth of Bacardi
Skinny dippin' cause
didn't see her looking, cause he was staring at her class
Soft as silk and half his age, she turned her head and smiled
And in the darkness
an open-air market
Rode on father's motorbike
Stood ankle deep along the bay shore
arms outstretched to the sea
When I was a young girl
Living in a foreign land
wanted to you in my arms
And feel the presence of the angel that's inside of you
Start the day with you can't stay away from you
I gotta confession I even
All the bad bitches boo when you rap
I can teach you how to pull 'em like a tutor, in fact
I got one in the front and two in the back
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