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with the MK2 like I'm David Gilmore
Your glass is to the brim while mine can always go and fill more
Always hold this shit together like a mortar filling

the doubts
The change finna sprout
Knowledge kickin like a spout
Throwin lightenin bolts like Dan Fouts
I laid the foundation, brick mortar and the grout
You

to pounce
Laying them out like they title to grout
Call me a fiend how I push an ounce
I went and got it by any account
Striking like ten pin, you don't want

promise
It's that rebel flag wavin' speakers
Bumpin' somethin' Southern on 'em
Skin I got them honky's with them
Dirty Harry's always on 'em
I see people

Shake & Bake
Welcome to the southern states
Slinging weight, Fuck your 8th
Kill the competition
You're the opposition
Eating off your dinner plate

V1
Born in Southern California
Had the whole world in his hands
If life would go to plan
But time will weather brick and mortar
Break a little then

motherfucker)
Drain the life straight from your chest (I'm a southern bloodsucker)
I'm gonna stay the best even out of beta test I ain't even gotta wear

6, 000 AL or the year of the light
Check the exploding star in
The southern night
Between Zeta Puppis, Lambda Velorum
Gamma Velorum
Novus Ordo Seclorum

the blank line alone
I walk with my head hung low because the southern ghost haunts every face 
And hardens the mortar between every brick of every wall that

Because we are scholars
In the school of white power
How a
Blood soaked southern region
Of poor righteous teachings 
Became the chalk board that held

Who’s house?
It’s electrical banana
Cat and mouse outside with the sledge hammers
I got 3 phones and sweet home Alabama’s 
In Atlanta 
Southern twang

twist
Just give her a kiss and lift us out
A cloud for your cloud making us proud
In headquarters with open borders
And brick and mortar and you're sort

With simple directions
Smack across the neck

Better learn those lessons
Even when we're crossing state lines
A southern state of mind
Branching out

at dinner yesterday on some young Boston private making fun of southern ways Chorus Hooker's down from Washington, he's been whoring with the rest he'll take

we didn't know 
Worked with pops all summer 
He taught us to call him Rick 
We mixed all the mortar 
Built the scaffolds and stacked the brick 
Straw