Lyrics:
us
For as long as we remain passive they'll trample us into the dust
Hugh Callaghan, Patrick Hill,
Richard McIlkenny, Johnny Walker, Gerry Hunter,
mom's maiden name, her deed
George Bush had two, Herbert Walker, I'm sure it's not from greed
Bill Clinton's Jefferson, George Bush's Walker, like his dad
Walker, Bishop Noel Jones
Moms Mabley, Reverend Blake Scott
Aretha Franklin, Reverend Jamal Bryant
Dorothy Dandridge, Richard Pryor
Lena Horn, Samuel
We all know Walker's a wizard
I chew up yo bitch like it’s gizzard
You look like my dick bitch
Yo Pussy ass name is dick Richard
Fuck it bitch I’m
Carvey
Alice Walker, Audre Lorde, Norah Bessie, Phillip, and Cara Keely
Oh, being black is a wonderful feeling
We stay swinging for the fences like Denzel
Thank God for my dank importer
Right now I'm feeling like Richard Porter
They ain't half hearted they're quarter
Buck into them no talk straight
a walker, no summer
And if I have to press em, no telling if ima check em
Wreck em? Deck em, 12 better protect him
Cause If I set a target, I got a cousin
Ha din shot näst intill
Tar en kaffe med walker, när jag satt mig på baken
Sippar sakta till maten, blir arg när den kallnat i glaset
Halsar det som är
would do
Perhaps we've been fated
From the 1770s
It's just too damn big and beautiful to be one thing
Johnny Walker, Tito's and lime
Anchor Steam,
Walker, Doobie
Lee Harvey Oswald shot by Jack Ruby
But who really shot JFK?
Man still trying to explore space
While climate change continues apace
Too many
We went up to Griffith Park
With a fifth of Johnny Walker Red
And smashed it on a rock and wept
While the old couple looked on into the dark
Oh,
apart
We went up to Griffith Park
With a fifth of Johnny Walker red
And smashed it on a rock and wept
While the old couple looked on into the dark
apart
We went up to Griffith Park
With a fifth of Johnny Walker red
And smashed it on a rock and wept
While the old couple looked on into the dark
a Queens New Yorker
My rhymes bring more Good Times than Jimmie Walker
A bumrusher, cause I'm a crusher of hardrocks
When I turn thirty, I'll still be
these beats
Than watch how you play with my heart strings playing 88 keys
If she bumping summer walker I think she the one for me
But if her relationship
teriyaki
Kickin' my shit like Texas Walker
You and your homie are the same target
Put you both in the same coffin
South L Schwartz, nigga
Strong pay,
"Of all the things my momma used to cook;
I liked.." "Chicken!"
[Richard Pryor]
You know that chicken I put in the refrigerator last night?
Well I
a Queens New Yorker
My rhymes bring more Good Times than Jimmie Walker
A bumrusher, cause I'm a crusher of hardrocks
When I turn thirty, I'll still
(sax, flute, baritone)
BGV: Rebecca Jade
Cover Artist: Scott Johnson
Cover Artist photographer: Kristy Walker
GUPPIES...YEEEA...
I NEED SOME DOGG CLOTHES AND A PHOTOGRAPHER...
OR BETTER YET A DOPE ASS VIDEOGRAPHER...
DIVINCI 17 WILL HAVE THE DREAM RIGHT...
MID-NIGHT WORK FLOW
+Sawyer+ at the Lucielle +Ball+ up at the foyer
He confronted Richard +Pryor+ to hiring his lawyer
Suge's +Knight+ removed the rook off the board
Donna
Richard Pryor to hiring his lawyer
Suge's knight removed the rook off the board
Don King was checked and Al sharpened the sword
Wettin cream, I ain't
name of Richard Dobson who had a novel he'd never finish
That's when Johnny Rodrigues, David Olney and Steve Earle first came through
And every other
confronted Richard Prior to hiring his lawyer
Suge's Knight removed the rook off the board
Donna King was checked and Al Sharpton the sword
Wettin' cream, I
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