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Brush Your God Damn Teeth
Brush Your God Damn Teeth

Flossing every crevice and crease
Flossing all that jive turkey grease
Flossing and this lesson I

It's not the holidays, but I'm still getting the turkey
Hop in the booth, and I'm working
All about purpose, they just observing
Work the late shift,

pissed off, I'm a ranter
And the shit I say is real, no fandom
So you can't brush it off as banter
It's always facts, never random
 
(Yeah)
Bet it's night

Tats on my Fingers
Six series Beemer
Turkey Bag Gangsta
Six trey Nina
Really holding Water
Ain't no Aquafina
I know smell it on me
I'm n the arena

Lay My Body Down

Terence Blanchard

The Philosopher Kings

1994

other place'll take me,
When I stop to brush my hair back
With a comb
And I can almost see our porch light,
And it's shining like a northern light,

got then the pots explore
Every day a new way to get paid
360 brush a death we surf waves
Firing behave bring the brigades
Apocalypse face the end final

jugular to give thanks no turkey but gobble gobble 
Now she's tired of being looked at with a side eye
cnd deep inside her soul every time she hoes a piece

a body for this Human Made
I was in the field for real while you was doin' two a day
Locked in with money, I been stayin' out of Cupid range
Turkey Man

This is my life
And I'm happy to live it
This is my life 
And I'm happy to live it

Truly Turkey necking this idea
Of being painted by the same brush

and well
Another day to breathe in that air
Brush my teeth and wash my hair
And of course I washed everywhere
(Duh)
Dried off and then hit the kitchen
With

and got respect from all OG's and all the finest Models

The finest bottles get sent to me just cause I stayed consistent
I brush the waves then start

they feel is righteous
Droned out financial iris
Government tax prices
Power struggle entices
No more peace devices
No more Turkey Gravy pie and Spices

call 'em buttered toast
Cut these notes it's two layered like a couple coats
Paint pictures with every brush I stroke
It hurt me to see you lose
But it's

a few beers
So I sunk a couple up the pub
And the odd dry roasted nut
And staggered home for me dinner
When the pub was shut

I had turkey and all

Lil Keedy Like stealing cars he's a splat master
I eat 5 meals a day ima A fat baster
Gary Payton wit da cookie smell like
Turkey bladder
She said she

work
Talk to ya label first
Get permission to speak ya mind
And you might break the curse
Brush piecing my veins
Bleeding the picture out
Shortcuts don't

retro indigenous spear
Language: hide+seek (Language: turkey hunt)
Expression: dinosaur
Feeling: paint
Language: walls
Point: point
Fire: brush
Wild:

would brush the Murray's thru my hair to get waves
That same class is where I found my best friend yeah my best man
If I do get married
To be honest that

Church man I was 15 years old
When this shit came out god dang, hah
Ayy, ayy

I got the Voss Power T in
The back glass of that Cummins
Turkey feather

and binoculars and surveyed the area
Every single brush through dying autumn leaves
Would leave my neck spiraled 180 degrees
And after days and days of searching,

Woke up around eight, Thank the lord I'm awake, ain't He great?
Put some water on my face then, Brush my teeth, gotta eat for I skate
Turkey bacon

laughing to the bank
I feel like I'm Damon Wayans
I wake up in the morning brush my teeth and get my paper
May was in the field chasing bucks just like Baker

like some thanksgiving turkey
And make a beef out the Diss and I'll still eat 'em like nothing happened
I make the alphabets come up with sentence

Leave That Man

The Philosopher Kings

The Philosopher Kings

1994

other place'll take me,
When I stop to brush my hair back
With a comb
And I can almost see our porch light,
And it's shining like a northern light,