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WELL HER LOVE WAS A HABIT AND I TRIED TO KICK IT
SO I WENT DOWNTOWN AND BOUGHT A ONE-WAY TICKET
AND I RODE THAT GREYHOUND DOWN TO MACON
THEN I HICH-HIKED BACK CAUSE MY HEART WAS BREAKIN'


CHORUS
OH NOW I SEE
IT'S DESTINY
I CAN'T BE FREE
I'M HER LOVE SLAVE
JANIE BAKER'S LOVE SLAVE


WHEN I'M CLOSE TO HER MY HEART STARTS A'THUMPIN'
WHEN SHE SAYS ‘FROGGIE' I CAN'T HELP BUT JUMPIN'
SHE'S GOT A HOLD ON ME AND THERE'S NO ESCAPIN'
IT'S A BALL AND CHAIN OF MY OWN MAKIN'


CHORUS


BRIDGE
WELL I USED TO GO BOWLING, USED TO GO FISHING
USED TO GO DRINKING TOO
BUT SINCE I'VE BEEN EXPOSED TO HER KIND OF KISSING
THERE'S NOTHING ELSE I WANNA DO


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CHORUS
“Mr. Jelly Roll Baker, let me be your slave,
When Gabriel blows his trumpet, then I'll rise from my grave,
For some of your good jelly roll, crazy ‘bout that good jelly roll.
He's got ninety-five white Persian monkeys
(He's got the monkeys, let's see the monkeys)
And to view them he charges no fee
(He's generous, so generous)
He's got slaves, he's got servants and flunkies
(Proud to work for him)
They bow to his whim love serving him
They're just lousy with loyalty to Ali!
She said, “Mr. Jelly Roll Baker, let me be your slave,
When Gabriel blows his trumpet, then I'll rise from my grave,
For some of your good jelly roll, yes, I love good jelly roll.
I would work for you, I'd slave for you
I'd be a baker or a knave for you.
If that ain't love it'll have to do
Until the real thing comes along.
They bow to his whim, love serving him
They're just lousy with loyalty to Ali, Prince Ali

Prince Ali, amorous he, Ali Ababwa

Heard your princess was a sight lovely to see!
She said, “Mr. Jelly Roll Baker, let me be your slave,
When Gabriel blow his trumpet, I will rise from my grave,
For some of your good jelly roll, ah, your good jelly roll.
“Mr. Jelly Roll Baker, let me be your slave.
When Gabriel blows his trumpet, then I'll rise from my grave,
For some of your good jelly roll, crazy ‘bout that good jelly roll.
He spares no one, he was forgotten
But he was somewhere
So beware of the stare of the Ghostface Killah
So beware of the stare of the Ghostface Killah

Beware, son, I got the stare of Medusa
With the rope tied around your neck, it won't get looser
I might shoot ya, make your ass an example
You can't fuck with Tony Starks, get knocked, get trampled
Get hunted like a rat in a field, I hate that
Hate fake ass niggas that love to set traps
Murder the don, I'm back with a bird on my arm
Back to pillage, I rock a live grenade as a charm
I want bodies, balucas, spread into the waters
I want mothers and sons, I wanna murder their daughters
Revenge, all I see is blood in my eyes
Like the rise of your worst nightmare come alive
Ghostface Killah, let's see who's gonna survive

He spares no one, he's not forgotten
Cause he was somewhere

Yo, look away, don't stare into the eyes of a killer
Metal lungies, junkies, nigga, I pack the nine millers and thrillers
Bulletproof robes and wave caps
Revenge more, nigga, you know Ghost gone stay strapped
Hunt them down in alphabetical order
Each person that crossed me, watch the man slaughter
The butcher, the baker, the torturer, the taker
I'mma send you right back to your maker
A few extra holes, miss your soul sold to the devil
It's the rebirth of a slave brought back as a rebel
I'm immortal, gonna kill generations of your fam
You tried to loathe my legacy away, but I stand stronger
GFK, the pain prolonger

He was a lonely man
They killed him
Cause they didn't understand
Though his spirit possesses a rhythm
As the words on this record unleashes the Ghostface Killah
He spares no one, he was forgotten
But he was somewhere
So beware of the stare of the Ghostface Killah
So beware of the stare of the Ghostface Killah

Beware, son, I got the stare of Medusa
With the rope tied around your neck, it won't get looser
I might shoot ya, make your ass an example
You can't fuck with Tony Starks, get knocked, get trampled
Get hunted like a rat in a field, I hate that
Hate fake ass niggas that love to set traps
Murder the don, I'm back with a bird on my arm
Back to pillage, I rock a live grenade as a charm
I want bodies, balucas, spread into the waters
I want mothers and sons, I wanna murder their daughters
Revenge, all I see is blood in my eyes
Like the rise of your worst nightmare come alive
Ghostface Killah, let's see who's gonna survive

He spares no one, he's not forgotten
Cause he was somewhere

Yo, look away, don't stare into the eyes of a killer
Metal lungies, junkies, nigga, I pack the nine millers and thrillers
Bulletproof robes and wave caps
Revenge more, nigga, you know Ghost gone stay strapped
Hunt them down in alphabetical order
Each person that crossed me, watch the man slaughter
The butcher, the baker, the torturer, the taker
I'mma send you right back to your maker
A few extra holes, miss your soul sold to the devil
It's the rebirth of a slave brought back as a rebel
I'm immortal, gonna kill generations of your fam
You tried to loathe my legacy away, but I stand stronger
GFK, the pain prolonger

He was a lonely man
They killed him
Cause they didn't understand
Though his spirit possesses a rhythm
As the words on this record unleashes the Ghostface Killah
He's about to pull my heart asunder!
And I absolutely love the way he dresses!

He's got ninety-five white Persian monkeys
(He's got the monkeys, let's see the monkeys)
And to view them he charges no fee
(He's generous, so generous)
He's got slaves
He's got servants and flunkies
(Proud to work for him)
They bow to his whim love serving him
They're just lousy with loyalty
To Ali!
Grab ya clothes 
'cause ya know someone'll be home soon 
An' I assume there'll be a need to explain gently 
Why this mother of three is playin' games with me 
She's my baby 

I'm a slave to your outrage 
Rocket box stiff shocks an' a roll cage 
Colour coded alloys, much noise, spoilers an' poise 
Exhaust notes an antidote for old age 
Yes!
If you drove an R.V., that wouldn't matter
If you like to drink blood, I think it's cute
If you've got a powerful connection to your firearm collection
I'd say "Draw a bead and shoot!"
I'm your Hebrew slave, at your service
Just tell me what to do
I say, "Hey hey hey hey!"
I've been waiting for someone
I've been praying for someone
I think that I could be in love with someone
Like you
Who got the keys to my RS
As we goin' on a road test, hit the M4 and head west
Forever impressed, with the sound of my two-liter
We cover ground, engine singin' like Anita Baker
And if I take a corner too quick you get sick, when I do my handbrake
Trick
Watch me ride, me broadside's wide like a battleship
Side slip, push, only hip, stick it in gear and get the gas uplift
It never failed to bring a grin to the limb
Baby's equipped
Me and she gone clear
I got quick reduction on my understeer
I been fairly and squarely described as hairy
People say my baby is scary
Look, you pays your money and you takes your choice
I just love to hear my baby's voice
She's my baby

She's my baby, she's my baby, sweets my baby 
She's my baby, she's my baby, sweets my baby

I roll up her position, everything's in position
My friend's demonstrating ??
I'm breaking my mother's heart
The longer I stand looking at you
The more I hear it splinter and crack
From 90 miles away

I'm breaking my mother's heart
The JCC of Spring Valley is shaking
And crumbling to the ground
And my grandfather's rolling, rolling in his grave

If you had a tattoo, that wouldn't matter
If you had a shaved head, that would be cool
If you came from Spain or Japan or the back of a van
Just as long as you're not from Hebrew school
I'd say, now I'm getting somewhere
I'm finally breaking through
I'd say, hey, hey, Shiksa Goddess
I've been waiting for someone like you

I've been wading through Danica Schwartz
And Erica Weiss
And the Handleman twins
I've been wading through Heather Greenblatt
Annie Mincus, Karen Pincus, and Lisa Katz
And Stacy Rosen and Ellen Kaplan and Julie Silber and Janie Stein
I've had Shabbas dinners on Friday nights
With every Shapiro in Washington Heights

But the minute I first met you
I could barely catch my breath
I've been standing for days with a phone in my hand
Like an idiot scared to death
I've been wandering through the desert
I've been beaten, I've been hit
My people have suffered for thousands of years
And I don't give a shit

If you had a pierced tongue, that wouldn't matter
If you once were in jail or you once were a man
If your mother and your brother had relations with each other
And your father was connected to the Gotti clan
I'd say, "Well, nobody's perfect"
It's tragic but it's true
I'd say, hey, hey, Shiksa Goddess
I've been waiting for someone like you

Breaking the circle
You
Taking the light
You
You are the story I should write
I have to write

If you drove an RV, that wouldn't matter
If you like to drink blood - I think it's cute
If you've got a powerful connection to your firearm collection
I say, "Draw a bead and shoot"
I'm your Hebrew slave at your service
Just tell me what to do
I'd say, hey, hey, hey, hey
I've been waiting for someone
I've been praying for someone
I think that I could be in love with someone
Like you
I'm wanna be love
Literally to the point when you see me you see love
A Sunday love. Without sex, drugs you still feel type of love
That, you ain't gotta wonder what it is, cause it's always like it was, type of love
I wanna be love, way more than I wanna be in love
Niggas been slaves for so long, we gotta be free love
What God saw in the first Union I want you to see in us
My choice of drug, you get low, I gotta re you up
This a Anita baker, night time, sweet love and I apologize
if for ever too long it felt like you need love
I'm a music soul child, I gotta sing love
My Roots got me on a quest love
From the west side with love, Come my way, The fetty wap
ain't the only reason you'll get the best love
I wanna stay in love.
Giving love and giving dap to ya pack
At...
Home of the brave
Home of the slaves
Amerrykah
I don't feel safe
Amerrykah
Home of the brave
Amerrykah
Home of the slaves
Amerrykah
I don't feel safe
if isn't alyssa milano
Dudikoff, ninja mission into the congo
Polarize envy of the older guys
Black obi, shinobi hittin' kenno in the face with all my throwin' knives
Sub-zero guiding, hiding, riding in the pack as well
Sound village, leaf village, wolf spirit, magic spells
Dodging rain and catching hail
Faces need samurais to catch the l
Special research vessels made for catching whales
Fillet-a-fish ships sea-shepherded peppered with extra sails
Rewrite history, liberty needs a better bell
Maybe hotter irons and carbon fibres that never fail
Smarter science mixed with a odd alliance of fairytale
Or maybe just a metal pail that you hit with a steel tools
To announce that you've had enough and dropping out of seal school
Just like trout jumping out they house to let they gills cool
Cuba-scuba couldn't take the temperature of my skill pool
I said it feels cool to kill fools
Slipping through the cracks like when you trying to grill gruel
Take no viking water bottle and not following pill rules
Will have you off of the throttle when you should be modelin' chill mood
Roller skater maker or are you just cobblin' wheel shoes
Overweight taster of kings food that kills crews
Oblivious feather-weight baker who autographed cakes
Whenever his quill moves over your meal you
Simple as a buddhist monk in a temple
Standing in some heel groove with the abbot, practising stillness
Real still til he realizes his realness
Defeat samsara achieves nirvana and brilliance, yea
All types of shooter's, gone save ya
Mindless my flavor, behavior
Coolin' I'm countin', this paper
Ditto to you, if you, take her
Enormous a seed, it a take ya
Fame can't, establish the maker
Gorgeous ya girl, I'll take her
Heatin' it up, like a baker
Igloo my drip, is a glacier
Just little simp, you a hater
Killing em, dropping this flavor
Losers they stuck, on the pavement
Making more Motion, then waver's
Noble mindset, I ain't fading
Opper's they die, a year later
Question mark, interrogator
Gunna push P, bitches hater's
Hitta be one, of the greatest
Reset the pattern, off spacing
Saving the ball, Luke Mason
Trouble seen Tip, we was pacing
Ulcer my homie, he facing
Vagina, won't make us complacent
Wedding ring, hoping she take it
Xylophone singing, we making
Ya ears, love what they dranking
Meanwhile, I'm zoning and thanking
Breaking down bars, like I'm Lincoln
Free all the slave's, what I'm thinking
Rolling up Mango, conceiving
Ain't been to church, I'm a heathen
Up in them streets, he a daemon
Cradle to the graves, hustle grooves.
Flesh tissue. Death kiss you. No love for you.
Oh.
And me the most wanted fool.
Unfriendly in horrical, make power moves.
Snatch colors loose.
Yeah yeah Shade 45 you know what it is
It's talker Tuesdays (yeah)

Got my man from the A over here, JID (Aight)
We gon' get into some shit
(Let's do this shit) sup Jay

Look, uh, check
Alright the time was just perfect
The moment was just right
I'm conjurin' up a formula
The mean time tryin' it, damn
Mad scientist mixed wit' a strong Vicodin
Vitamin, vital information chicken scratch
Writin' it pleh
I guess I wasn't speakin' too clear
Or I'm talkin' some bad English in here
They lookin' at me like my zipper down
Or I whipped out my penis in here
I must be crazy or sumn'
I guess I'm crazy or sumn'
Damn baby you sexy as fuck
Why you labia frontin'
Actin' like I'm not amazing or sumn'
I'm just dodgin' the Fugazi
Lately, niggas act like ladies or sumn'
It's in the water to drink more
But make sure that it's clean and pure
Boy, boy
Owe me the money you couldn't hide in
Bora Bora
Bro I'm Dora the Explorer for the dough
Four door hoppin' out the Ford
Explorer for the dough wit' the 45 or the 44
More dying more slow, oh
Anything to get this cheddar and
Step my bread up
Socrates nigga I could charge by the letter
She like "JID, you been dat nigga
You know it's a set up"
Shawty was like a fat physic
A four chin teller
Thanks for the lesson, that's love
Illogical blessings
As I take another pull from the evidence
I'm so irrelevant
Butt kick shit wit' the best of dem
Give heart and intestines
Spit phlegm on the mic' when the record spin
I been listenin' to the niggas y'all
Say that's dope comin' up
Well calm the fuck down
There ain't no shit comin' up after us
Straight out of the mud
I slap bugs in the aqueduct
Wit' the same niggas used to jump
The train tracks wit' us
Niggas get slain if he hoppin'
On any track wit' us
Simple and plain, niggas is lame
Who you know, yo' name makin' some bills rang
But the light at the end of
Your tunnel is a train
So splat on the track again
I want the gold, no Young Bird
My dreads like Whoopie
My heart cold bitch, penguin pussy
I swear it's not me
She tried to give me the pussy
I just be coolin' and kickin' it
Spittin' and rippin' it
Head bob, I knew you was feelin' it
Who is I'm diggin' a grave for
Fuck yo' label, who is I'm bein' as slave for
I go crazy, I then rob the baker
Give me ya' cheese, ya' bread
And sprinkle some basil
It's amazing how the fuck I just
Go crazy on the beat jI uh oh whatever
Ay yessuh hah i'm chillin' I'm chillin' haha
That's what I'm talkin' bout man
He's got ninety-five white Persian monkeys
(He's got the monkeys, let's see the monkeys)
And to view them he charges no fee
(He's generous, so generous)
He's got slaves, he's got servants and flunkies
(Proud to work for him)
They bow to his whim love serving him
They're just lousy with loyalty to Ali!
Back to London as it seems
But no one is ready for the rise of me
Arrested for nothing
My blood is boiling
Long years awaited
This time blades are needed
To get close to you
Many I'll have  to cut through

You sent me away
The nights you've prayed
For my wife
Tonight we'll be
Hurtin Turpin

Straight razors are my blade
I'll slit you from chest to nave
With the help of a baker
You'll meet your new maker
Thinking you'll get to creampie
You'll become the meat pie
Love you tried to take
Revenge is what you mistake

You sent me away
The nights you've prayed
For my one and only
Tonight we'll be
Hurtin Turpin
Tonight we'll be
Hurtin Turpin
Hurtin Turpin

Finally got to chance
And I won't make haste
Your blood will become a new paste
Some will end up having a taste
Your sins you'll pay for
You tried making my wife a whore
Tonight this is it
Tonight I'll give you a gift
One free shave
Before your deaths slave
Just remember

You sent me away
The nights you've prayed
For my one and only
Tonight we'll be
Hurtin Turpin
Tonight we'll be
Hurtin Turpin
Hurtin Turpin
No love
No plan 
No funds
Can't run
Little nigga please call the operator
You a slave to yourself
You a slave to your health
But to me you're a now and later
Wishing for a vindicator 
Love me now, hate me later
Bet the shawties call me Darth Vader in the streets
New nigga tryna find love like Anita Baker
But what's the point if we obsolete    
God damn
God damn
Just think about it
Ride a high horse, but I'm chilling on the damn mountain
Goal is to make so much money I get bad at counting
So I gotta beg Charlie Sheen to be my new accountant
Whatchu know about me 
Darkskin young nigga from the A grimy times three
Gotta change my sheets cause your girl got too excited by the sight of me 
Now she wanna make a DVD

Wait, no cap I ain't got time for that
Gotta get back on track 
I don't know where I'm at
Shawty wanna smoke my black
And I say that's a fact
No cap I ain't got time for that
Gotta get back on track 
I don't know where I'm at
Shawty wanna smoke my black
And I say that's a fact

Little shawty call me Django with the whip aye 
Two chains, do not ask bout my new things
When it comes to life just do what it do man 
Body building beats is my new thing
Crew thing 
Uh
Smoke in the air ain't a new thing  
Bruh
So watch where you step with your bullshit
Cause
Little nigga stay whipping in the kitchen better listen cause I'm straight on for ya neck
that's a bet 

No cap I ain't got time for that
Gotta get back on track 
I don't know where I'm at
Shawty wanna smoke my black
And I say that's a fact
No cap I ain't got time for that
Gotta get back on track 
I don't know where I'm at
Shawty wanna smoke my black
And I say that's a fact

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