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like this could even make the devil commit suicide
hung from a tree on Johannesburg with no parachute
Big-Bigfoot captured by UFO's
Haloes were
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks
[Violent J]
The Time has come for the blood to run into the streets paved with gold
We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long
And like
Who is this I see sneaking up on me
Maybe its the man came here to change my plans
Conspiracies are really theories
Made up by a master of plans
å Tommy var i Burlöv, do kommer ihåg, eller hur bög?
-Jorå schlook, vi hade just fotat pieces
Now we're getting fucked by the long dick of the law
Inflict
Oh, oh, oh
It's hard times
We strugglin', tryin' to get by, tryin' to get by
Tryin' to get by, whoa, whoa
It don't stop (don't stop)
Always
a Wraith
Six hundred bands for all of my friends
I rock with my brother forever, no ends
We been a wave, we went to space
Got them moon rockin', I'm makin'
And Emcees all the world
This goes out to Pete Rock KRS
The Roots crew and A Tribe called Quest
This goes out to Black Star Black Moon J Lack
And my man MF
be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step, mauled by the mouth of Pitbulls
Put me under stress, crawled under rocks, ducking y'all
It's respect—but then
a brick wall
You knock it down then I'm forced to align ya
With the stars of Venus and Jupiter
You ain't ain't gangsta, you fooling us
The government don't
by advertising hundred-dollar jeans
[Chorus x2]
Roswell - rock, rock on
The grassy knoll - rock, rock on
Pyramids on the moon - rock, rock
high yeah
Yeah
Smoke a j and go get high
Yeah
Smoke a j and go get high
Cooped up in the studio my heart it be on fire
With the dark side of the moon
I put moon rocks in my blunt
Bagging shit up at 14, can't get caught with a scale, put that bitch in the trunk
Bad lil' bitch tryna throat me, soon
Two years ago I was incarcerated
But now a days
I'm incinerated
I hit the gas
And accelerate it
I'm god fearing
by all hated
I don't give a damn
Im
to cry, go to march, go to die
I'm hoping you open your 3rd eye you couldn't see god if rode by
We on the other side of the moon...
we smoking my nigga we
all the fasad
You see the government's flawed
But are you woke to the odds
Of all the media sobs
Sittin in the window
Thinking in the middle
Why they
I wanna get high, fuck the World
I wanna get high, fuck the World
Fuck the president, fuck the government
I wanna get high, fuck the world
touchdown smoking moon rocks by the pound
Swear she love my sound got her wet she bout' to drown
Poppin' contraband
While I count these bands
Wanna cop a lamb
Success
[Mr. Lif]
This is rock bottom why yall, I never expected it
In order to be businesslike you must meet the prerequisite
Leave your
crazy I used to be childish then but right now if you touch me I'll rock yo shit
Been grinding since out of the womb to the moon we ain't stopping till we
right I show respect
Nowadays they hanging us by a different tree
Branches of the government, I can name all three
Judicial, legislative and executive
distributing
I don't like little rocks I fuck with big blocks like Rasputia
I get it for the five finger discount like I be boosting
She jumped back like bounce
alley-oop
Around the moon and shoot a
Viet Congo drum like
Edward Blake Griffin
Ha! Ha! Ha!
It's just jokes
Am I right, Mr. J?
It's all a joke, a cosmic joke,
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