Lyrics:
Arms, Clarendon Press,
and to my right the heads of the twelve sages
of the Sheldonian Theatre.
Two years have passed since Athens
and only a few clues
sex
And the brief glimmer of happiness
I find in the misery
Of those who are sitting in the
Theatre of which this screen exists
I want you to know
about the youths around me
Still got a hole in my chest, I ain't got my youth around me
I hit my goals, they weren't impressed, they tried to snooze
and a great hole forces
Me down with my soapbox, my pulpit
The theatre ceiling is silver star spangled
And the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle
Do you love
Fighting mid-table teams
I'm having nightmares
In the Theatre of Dreams
At first we all thought
That Mourinho was weak
But who's laughing now
I prefer not
and a great hole forces
Me down with my soapbox, my pulpit
The the theatre ceiling is silver star-spangled
And the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle
There's
Gus is the cat at the theatre door
His name, as I ought to have told you before
Is really Asparagus, but that's a fuss to pronounce
That we
first I'll make it fastly
Got to Oxford like Oscar, now I'm after an Oscar
Wild and free, #SavvyIndie, I played Algy but being Earnest:
Underdressed
Traffic, taxi’s, Ponty
Past Oxford street’s prossies
City Deep, Main reef
And Westpark Cemetery
Sterkfontein and the JCE
The big top tent at the Boswell
Sarah
Gus is the cat at the theatre door
His name, as I ought to have told you before
Is really Asparagus, but that's a fuss to pronounce
That
you know mi did a bill so
Check di mall
Check di movie theatre
Check di rink yeah
Weh mi would a skate yah
You think you bad, you think you slick
You
and shooters
We got a lot of them
Coppers can't cop it but
Copiers should stop copying
Toppin' the toppers from Oxford to Nottingham
All your favorite rappers
Currency, currency
Money run fluently
Pocket ,nuh knw empty
Axios 220 just blast off
Currency convert
Us transfer
Big meech oxford
Scama facts word
up
(Yo hut one, hut two, hut three, hut)
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut
Styles unbreakable, shatterproof
To the young youth, you wanna get
up
(Yo hut one, hut two, hut three, hut)
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut
Styles unbreakable, shatterproof
To the young youth, you wanna get
I'm in love with the flow
Time off to be an Oscar nominee now
Back to the M-I-see to emcee now
Rockin' the ol heads blazing the youth
Only rapper
Mercedes-Benz gets blown to bits
While all the time in the Camptown Theatres of Piccadilly
They're going to throw a black-face minstrel show for the barefoot
for my show all heard about it
Theatres near you woah I don't need a permit
PGU only for you my life's a movie to hit
Internet money coming in they
this illusion of choice
We're screaming for justice with one voice
Are we just whispers against the storm, fading in the night
In the theatre
the Fool, the Harlequin
In the theatre of our pain
The colour of your anger
Is the colour of your blood
The colour of your mind
Is the colour of your blood
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut
S.O.A.D., live and uncut
Styles unbreakable, shatterproof
To the young youth, you wanna get gun? Shoot
Blaow, how
round up the Price to the nearest bag
Hear the bell ring that's a donut
Been getting dough since a youth Right through now I'm grown up
This time make
as a youth
He identified with a pimp and petty
Hustler named "Legs" who later
Died from a crack-induced heart attack
Tupac was described as
An energetic child
Welcome to the greatest theatre
It's wilder than your dreams
Representing my power
Is my mother it would seem
Wrapped up tight every night
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