Lyrics:
the milk of a silver jet
And the love of sweet young women
Now the Pythons are down from old Englishtown
And they're looking to do some livin'
Well
languorous
Caution we proclaim until brain's off like Sagittarius
Shield. Yield to the eye mescaline killer veals
Stonegates marching moodily until plural
interNat
Just pull up all white fuck the black
Broad day light we attack
Grandbaby Ent Simalac
Y’all need Milk I gotcha bottles Pacifiers
And ya diapers
Ya
the cow from the milk, the worm from the silk
The friggin' slave from the quilt
Put food on my table one day but mad 'cause I didn't offer you lemonade
tests the metal of each man
And dodgeball is its name
[Chorus]
And they dipped and they ducked and they dodged that day
But they could not dodge them all
From the pallet walled temple, beneath the overpass
Chalice smoke exhalation engulfs the freeway up above
Up from the milk crate throne,
Lights up on Washington Heights, up at the break of day
I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away
Pop the grate at the crack of dawn
the goal
I can gaze into your eyes and see visions of us old
People come and they try to test the strength of our fold
But they get no reply no matter what
working in the field
Tries to earn enough from this days' yield
Sun beating down there's sweat on his brow
Ma rings the bell supper's it's ready now
tryin' to test me kinda bugs me
I leave crews fed up, like handicap niggas tryin' to get up
Emcees get wet up with lyrical gun pellets,
I blow up the spot
Last first day of school ain't nothing changed but the higher level
Last one to make my family proud talk about that pressure
Senior year at UNCG I
because your boys in a hurry
I've got no helmet when I'm riding my bike
I pour the milk before the cereal just to see what it's like, yeah
They say we bad
Lights up on Washington Heights, up at the break of day
I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away
Pop the grate at the crack of dawn,
The diagnostic yields uncommon diseases
One day it makes its way to the junkyard grave
The cost ain't worth the life you're trying to save
And she's finally
Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air,
In his own ground.
Whose heards with milk, whose
I can't spend a day sober
I can't spend a day sober
Trying to maintain devil want my soul
Made a promise to my momma I'm never going broke
I can't
power. See we're in the last days so not be deceived and believe every spirit but test the spirit to see if it is of God.
When the fire is strange,
In
Oh my goodness. Oh my goodness, guys. I just took the 23andMe test. When you take that test you hope for a surprise, right? You hope for like 1%
a lot the 1st day ya not the smartest device oh no
picturin' my future to now seein' stock options
Cows bringin' the Milk while corn overflow an croppin'
boy
I’m the one
Weed gone
Brain gone koi
Just leave me alone
D’oi
Can you feel the breeze
Coming from Springfield
Cast a beacon
What do they yield
is just a part of my day
Many obstachave been placed in my way
I know the only reason that I make it through
Is because I never stop believing in you
give me the kick of the day
Emotions take all de talk everyday
Emotions be tellin me what to do
Emotions be makin my day can't u see
I tell u the truth
Everyday this shit is real aye
You can get yo ass spilled aye
Like a glass of milk
Diamonds ice but they don’t melt
Nigga try to reach for the gun at my belt
birth of agility
Who will it be to test me and expose their futility
Iron like a lion from Zion stop tryin' so hard
I think I smell your brain cells
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