Lyrics:
Come on
I supply your town!
When I come around, I supply your town
No more bricks and pounds
Yeah, I supply your town
I supply your town, I
We are sailors drunk as wine
They forget the house in time
Baby, I'm upon the rocks
Tied in the arms of an octopus
National anthem of nowhere
leader going under the knife
World leader going under the knife
Stage four
Stage two
Stage three
Stage four
Stage two
Stage three
We go to Sweden
quiet hold tight
Spoon to a knife fight
Sneak attack and lie
Spoon to a knife fight
And me with no supplies
Spoon to a knife fight
Dancing 'round your
scale)
I'm covered in Ralph, forever I'm fly
Hustling, that's in my genes
(Mula) , denim in supply
Hustling, that's in my genes, denim in supply
(Work)
połowie wygrana
W połowie porażka
Chciałbym mieć life size, supply
Nie strife'a, ale Wi-Fi
Osiągnąć ten life high
Żyć jako highlight
Albo zobaczyć knife
Supply
Take a knife through His side for you
He'll laugh with you
He'll cry for you
He's even willing to die
He already did
He already did
Don't runaway
outta the ghetto made it outta slums
Iʼm done with the crumbs
Need a slice of the national cake
Fuck a national wage
Put my mind on a transactional scale
a $12billion dollar project which was started and completed in six years
Corruption, the exceptional vice that has become our national legal tender
An unspoken
plunged the knife right in
You thought
I wasn't listening
I became a ghost of who I used to be
Your casualty
Yeah you would wake up
Choose violence every
the excuse of 'National Security'
By the lying shits who were interested only in saving their political skins.
It didn't matter a fuck to them how many died
outbreak, –break
Oppressed right by a United
States government facility
Under Umbrella organization took off rapidly
The national army, the national guard
Oh-oh-oh-oh
I was there to match my intellect on national TV
Against a plumber, oh, and an architect, both with a PhD
I was tense, I was nervous, I
can't resist
Your eyes they hypnotize
With an endless supply of bullets to bite
So every day I can take another little
Twist of the knife
Your lips
on the street
You know what's going down when Taylor Life (East side), Jet Gang hook up with monster beats
Audio dope supply the needs
Fiends itching,
I'm not that kind of guy you trash talk at nationals
I'm not that kind of guy you go hand to hand'in with
I'm that kind of guy to feed you
Oh-oh-oh-oh
I was there to match my intellect on national TV
Against a plumber, oh, and an architect, both with a PhD
I was tense, I was nervous, I
national crisis
Are in our faces Cowboys, whips, and horses, federal forces
Landowners throwing us off of our unnatural courses
Designer brands, I won't
Ting a ling a ling school bell a ring
Knife and fork ah fight fi dumpling
Booyaka Booyaka call for Shabba Ranking
Shabba Rankin disappear wid di half
a knife into our hands
To protect their investments
Every national conflict is a profit for a small group of men
Who made us a primitive crowd, hypnotized
and dug your pop
National Geographic niggas is
Known for flipping
This animal wildlife surround me I live in
And flow through the jungle
At night
balancing the national grid
Crude future
Crude future
Crude future
Crude
Crude future
Crude future
Crude future
For us all
There's an outage in the North
you better see me
Penning sentences are priceless investments
Down a line so I supply my descendants
Me and the homie banded together
We a national
spineless (yeah)
So when she stabs me in mine (yeah), it's like I just can't feel the knife (what)
As she pokes, jabs it and slices
One minute she'll build
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