Lyrics:
A moment of weakness
He pops up just to say hi
You're now possessed
Head's spinning
Pea soup is flying
She's grabbed a crucifix
You all know the rest
Head's
something for you to eat
Got that pea soup coming from my demon baby
Got that pea soup coming from my demon baby
Got that pea soup coming from my demon baby
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs
and now they're screaming that I'm supposed to be
An ally to this group, and an ally to that group, I sit on my front stoop, in this cultural pea soup
What do you do?
When it's days after easter
Leftovers from the feaster
Rotten in the cold chamber
What do you do?
Not enough for split pea soup
Not
What do you do?
When it's days after easter
Leftovers from the feaster
Rotten in the cold chamber
What do you do?
Not enough for split pea soup
Not
Rotten in the cold chamber
What do you do?
Not enough for split pea soup
Not enough to feed the troupe
How abhorrent can this stoop?
Rotten ham!
Decaying
too tight
Burn down the towers
Blame the right
Can't you see the link?
Pandemic outbreak
Just a seasonal flu
Watch the pea soup disappear
Just
It's the new trend, down tools and blow your own mind
Cry foul, war dog, your clockwork heart has worn down
Pea soup, brain fog....they tore up your
you
I ain't lackin', got a piece too
Choppa split your ass, like pea soup
Now your ass like pea soup
Wouldn't wanna be you, but if I had to be you
I'll
take your whiskey soaked, foaming
at the mouth, toilet talking, pea soup
Spewing, sweating blood demon breath out of my face
(Chorus)
I was
I won't make a fuss
Though it's obvious
Flies are in your pea soup baby
They're waving at me
Anything you want is yours now
Only nothing's for
I won't make a fuss
Though it's obvious
Flies are in your pea soup baby
They're waving at me
Anything you want is yours now
Only nothing's for
the evening
Now we drift into a pea soup fog
We're lost in different directions
Et tu Indian giver
the clerk speechless
Outdoors my niggaz is dirty
Rollin' smoke in the back seat sippin' orange juice
Bumping Blackstreet, suede wallets, Wallabees
Pea soup
tell yuh this, mek mi tell yuh this
Badman like me, strictly to head me shoot
Bwoy get grain like red pea soup
Maggy mek him head get a lead recruit
through
Nestled by the free green pea soup special
One for the mutts that walk three feet in front of their gut
Sipping mush out of of cups
And still
An' I won't make a fuss … though it's obvious
Flies are in your pea soup, baby, They're wavin' at me
Anythin' you want is your's, now, Only nothin's
to cook
Rice peas chicken and stew pea soup
In the room watching Kung-Fu films
And Cleopatra Joans
Wishing we were Cosby kids and the match stick girls
to cook
Rice peas chicken and stew pea soup
In the room watching Kung-Fu films
And Cleopatra Joans
Wishing we were Cosby kids and the match stick girls
RORP
Woke up, nine AM, stepped into the kitchen
Got my spoon out, in the soup
That shit be dippin'
Tired of eggs and waffles
Sippin' soup off the spoon
and stew pea soup
In the room watching Kung-Fu films
And Cleopatra films wishin we was the cosmic kids and the matchstick girls
1980 year that God made
and Galactus (word up)
I gets mean troop, grabbin' Christine around the block
At sixteen, spittin' the green pea soup
And cock nines, when niggas got slime
got white lines hanging from behind like we're just married
I'll turn the art form into a bloodsport
And make pea soup out of a pea-brain
They wanna
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