Lyrics:
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
Kingston
Quiet down, I need to make a sound
Brazil
Quiet, I need to make a sound
I'll hard-drive your bit
I'm battered by your sumo grip
Lucky I like
And the boys from the casino dance
With their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score
And Sandy,
And the boys from the casino dance
With their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score
And Sandy,
Catch a taxi to the fountainhead
Blinking neon penny arcade
A young Caruso on the fire escape
Painted face ladies on parade
The newsboy
Small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went
Small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight,
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went
a shapeshifter is
Like looking for a
Beard at an Arcade Fire concert for years
Noodle pursued Maazu across Japan
From the heights of Mt Fuji to the
Deepest,
Brazil
Quiet, I need to make a sound
I'll hard-drive your bit
I'm battered by your sumo grip
Lucky I like feeling shit
My stamina can take it
Gymnastics
in the Auck scene
I still jog in the hills of Brazil
Twelve eggs and my conditioning coach is Anderson Sil
He's a prized fighter and me, I'm
Kingston
Quiet down, I need to make a sound
Brazil
Quiet, I need to make a sound
I'll hard-drive your bit
I'm battered by your sumo grip
Lucky I like
Kingston
Quiet down, I need to make a sound
Brazil
Quiet, I need to make a sound
I'll hard-drive your bit
I'm battered by your sumo grip
Lucky I like
Kingston
Quiet down, I need to make a sound
Brazil
Quiet, I need to make a sound
I'll hard-drive your bit
I'm battered by your sumo grip
Lucky I like
thinkin' with your
arcades of me as a sure-fire start to something
long haul
don't get by winkin' to your
parades of me as you tear yourself apart
Secret Santa
While I grant your wishes
California love got us hugging and kissing under the mistletoe
Relax by the fire smoking medicinal
Real love since
the flame|The lessons of lust will claim their shame||Your wealth is controlled by the few|I'm watching the world come to you||See how they want you, brazil
my gillicutti, like I told you
Don't touch me
Whats up wit it
I stay noided, stimulation overload account for it
Desensitized by the mass amounts
playing with fire too long, you're bound to get burned
This ain't a small thing I'm addressing
It's a big thing, take it from the daddy as a lesson
Shame,
on fire, I'm frying my dinner
Quick like Sugar Ray Leonard, one love
Any boy get served like tennis
Menace, you call a rap bulldog
Me and my pen form
a digital desire
Lost in the city heartbeat, settin' our souls on fire
Love like a voltage spark, jumpin' from arcade machine
Data stream confessions,
Play a ting called "Trash and Ready"
Written by Mr cat the Wild Apache
The man called
The greatest selectah ah di equator
Can't cross the border cah
Kingston
Quiet down, I need to make a sound
Brazil
Quiet, I need to make a sound
I'll hard-drive your bit
I'm battered by your sumo grip
Lucky I like
Kingston
Quiet down, I need to make a sound
Brazil
Quiet, I need to make a sound
I'll hard-drive your bit
I'm battered by your sumo grip
Lucky I like
alright, we can save it for later
but let me know if you change your mind
hold my hand
are you going to the bookshop
by the video-game arcade at the mall
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