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assassination
I'm just sayin, sayin
Who voted for that asshole of your nation?
Deja Bush, crushed by the headrush, when I wrote the bumrush
Saw you salute
This song right here is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from, lost
This song right here is dedicated to the
President of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from
Lost city
on kush
From a bush you'll never touch
Being approached by hoes before
You couldn't fuck
And all they wanna know if you be down
(you be down) if you really
Chyeah, Renegades is back, Em the beat is sick
It's Young, Freeway, Eight miles
Let's go
Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I try to tell them,
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I try
Pump pump pom pom POING!
Yo this goes out to George Bush
Get off my... diggi diggi diggi dick diggi diggi diggi dick
Diggi diggi diggi
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
and white folks buyin' this album
Negroes and white folks buyin' this album
Everybody's gonna know who this group is
We just felt that the picture wasn't
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
The Bulletin, 23 July 1892
This poem was prompted by reading Henry Lawson's poem "Borderland".
IN DEFENCE OF THE BUSH
(words Banjo Paterson, music
But over in a land that's in my back yard
There's a people who succeed, they don't try hard
Well, they found a way to live with ease
By eating
of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow nigga and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
Who got
still takin rappin for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase with the rope
Sometime I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MC's
I
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
Man shut down when they heard my ting
Where you at? Baby bring it back
I just dropped a brand new album, yeah that shit slap
They like Hash you out
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
came in bails
Who knew it came with jail who knew it came with prison
Jus cuz you got an opinion does that make you a politician
Bush robbed all of us
The most important artist of this
Generation over 21 Grammy's
6 Consecutive number 1 albums one of the most
Impactful voices to ever grab
came in bails
Who knew it came with jail who knew it came with prison
Jus cuz you got an opinion does that make you a politician
Bush robbed all of us
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
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