Lyrics:
Timothy Stansbury Jr., Henry "Ace" Glover, James B. Brissette, Jr.
Ronald Curtis Madison, Kathryn Johnston, Sean Bell, DeAunta Terrel Farrow
Tarika Wilson,
talking 'bout
Hell you talking 'bout
Hell you talking 'bout
Hell you talking 'bout
Renee Davis, say her name
Renee Davis, say her name
Renee Davis
you're being me who's being you?
I'm hot like Patra, Doggystyle on all fours
End your career like Christopher Williams did Al B. Sures
Mass hysteria,
(Everywhere worldwide)
I know you been waitin' for this world to collide
B. O. Double B. Y., it take LA, and Folarin
'Bout to take it back like Doc and Marty
the mic. Cowboy controlled the crowd incredibly and mcing got redefined by my elder Bizzy B. The stories I tell are all very real. Cause my MC traditions
the calm
They claim they dope, stay shot up in the arm
The B. Manilow be the handle though
They say that we made it
But the low part check it your dated
William McKinley
Or all of the above
Higher than B. Lincoln
Benjamin Franklin
William McKinley
Or all of the above
I do not mean to be rude
I do not mean
progress
I come in the tradition of
Harriet Tubman, Ida B. Wells, Ella Baker, and Angela Davis
Mixed with a little bit of Jada Pinkett Smith and Cardi B
'93, Rutherford B. Hayes died
The next day in January, John Tyler ended his ride
The 22nd, Lyndon Johnson, uttered his last word
Woodrow Wilson lost his
'twas throat cancer, no other reason found
Rutherford B. Hayes' suffered from heart disease, then done
James Garfield, by a bullet from an assassin's gun
and Clarence Thomas on my worst, but even my worst doesn't erase the supreme of my being
I'm B. B. King on Saturday night and Martin Luther King on Sunday
(C.W. McCall, B. Fries, C. Davis)
Did you see me at Westport Landing
On the wide Missouri shore?
Did you hear the west wind calling
In the spring
(C.W. McCall, B. Fries, C. Davis)
From the album Wilderness
[C.W. clears his throat.]
Roy. By C.W. McCall.
[The only musical instrument heard is
Fillmore
I could talk for days and days
About Rutherford B. Hayes
Or about the rise to power
Of Dwight D. Eisenhower
And few have risen farther
Than Chester
the young Brian Williams
In the kitchen making beats
Mannie Fresh I'm B. Gizzle
I got that work I got that work
No chopper city
I got it first
Big Tymers
Sings
Angela Davis Freedom is a Constant Struggle
I Got Books To Read This is Water with an inscription
from my daughter Huckleberry Finn Wizard of Oz
conqua
Felt like chocolat
Kisses are like B. Davis
Swichhhh Yessir Miller
Manager looks like P. Davis
Lawyers type of my life
You know the artist
Too drunk
a shorter fuse.
You're no B.B. Daniels
Give someone else a thrill.
Well alright
I guess will cause you're no Cecil B. Demile.
You've started
Meaning the wheels lift up the flooring for higher stepping
I'm Albee square with the aura so if y'all should catch it
Then Al B. to swear any surer
long time, it's like it's '89
And I'm Christopher Williams and Al B. Sure! combined
And I'll never leave 'em, man-eater, dammit, I need her, she a diva
2020
The number of clear vision & clairvoyance
2020
The Sun made its 55th trip around Raymond Emile Mo B. Dick Poole on July 4th
2020
Claimed
motherfuckers rather see me sprayed
Than to see me pair (fucker)
Or see me on the front page like Sig
Or stay rolled DC with B. Sig
You bitch niggaz stay PC
à l'heure
Tu penses jai du groove qu'est-ce qu'a miles davis alors
Marre de m'faire dévisager, le départ j'l'ai envisagé
Mais meme pas j'cèd'rai sous la
with the young Billy B. William."
"How do I know you're not sick?
You could be some kind of lunatic"
"Uh, c'mon sugar, it's Nick for Nick,
besides would
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