Lyrics:
stressed out
Really, I'm just stretched out, get it tripled X'd out
And she know that I'm cut from a different textile
When you speak about the greats,
Take that motherfucker
Good morning Vietnam!
Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin' notty-headed niggas
Word to the camouflage large niggas
back to nineteen
Ahem, check it, yo
GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!
Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz
Word to the camoflouge large
There's a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing
on the block when the sunlight was up, yeah
Hundred sacks of hard, and got my gun in the cut
Fendi on my body, garment lookin' like a ninja
Play me like
to your projects
Take it as a threat, better yet, it's a promise
Comin' from a vet on some old Vietnam shit
Nigga, you can bet your bottom dollar, hey, I
to your projects
Take it as a threat, better yet, it's a promise
Comin' from a vet on some old Vietnam shit
Nigga, you can bet your bottom dollar, hey, I
There's a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing
here in sight
It soaked and roped the both of us
Wet garment in the night
You and me - the rain
Ain´t getting better
If it´s wet amidst a drain
Then
breathable textile,
fibroid matt with blood from
hand in torture, all that blood
breathed by manchester babies,
all that blood drunk by the man
in
garments
Long trench coats with our hands in our pockets
Slappin' all you scary-ass rap artists, half-retarded
Swear by our forefathers
Anything you speak,
[Killah Priest]
What the fuck y'all done started; four apocalyptic prophets
Appearin out of floatin' objects, wearin' Middle Eastern garments
Long trench
starving
Now I'm up Its DSB on my Garments
Right now we the Hardest
Fresh up out that Dirt
Nigga Rose out that Garden
Still on my Grind same shit Different
dealing with physical
But you know it's deeper than trenches in Vietnam when dealing with spiritual
The greatest award in the world is the kingdom put that
garments
They bow down and pay homage, we God sent
Movin through this evil world with a compass
Niggaz die over nonsense, when the koran spit)
We hit ya
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