Lyrics:
Lords have to the mountains gone, a-huntin' of the fallow deer
They have grippit Hughie Graeme for stealing of the bishop's mare
They have bought him
canisters
Roger Bannisters, bishops, bishops
Bishop Auckland, rabbis, Popeyes, bye-byes
Max Bygraves and everybody else
All we are saying
Is give peace
the mayor's itch
Then you took care of his clerk
You fixed up John Green and the old bishop's spleen
Put everyone out of work
Wake up baby, oh baby open
is the power that drives
The hand that drinks Treadmill
The mighty lager with the world's
First great taste of fish!
(Bishop, don't say "of fish")
John hold steady you just keep on forgetting where you're from
Just remember your home, you were the Bishop of Rome
But you wanted to be someone
Your
on Bishop Scott pass Aldine
North on Bishop Scott pass Aldine
Where you at Cote Brilliante Avenue
Where you at Cote Brilliante Avenue
Where you at Cote
Vernon Johns
Dr. Martin Luther King, Rosa Parks
Nelson Mandela, Malcolm X
Bishop Desmond Tutu, Mohammad Ali
Sydney Poitier, Quincy Jones
Colin
poet is
'Ow do you know it's deceased?
Try the priest!
TODD: (spoken) Heavenly!
Not as hearty as bishop, perhaps,
But then again, not as bland
how do you know it's
Deceased?
Try the priest
Mm, heavenly
Ah
Not as hearty as bishop, perhaps, but then not as bland as curate, either
Much love to the F&F crew
Bryce, (yeah) Gemini, Shayla G
Pro, Soundtrakk, Jason Salvador
Simon, Bishop G, Bran Dog
G-ball, G-Ball, yeah!
All
Supper time in the hole
Supper time in the hole
I shame my family, shame my home
Supper time
Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting for
cmos and Elijah, search the hold
CHORUS
Stay sharp
MORGcN
I will search the cabins of the crew
CHORUS
Stay sharp
MORGcN
John and Rose, search
on the city lights
Collapsin' on the upbeats or relaxin' for the night
He steps into a crazy hotel, the desk clerk hands him soap-on-a-rope
What does he mean by
to work (work)
Stacking paper like a clerk (work)
I got the Times writing blurbs (work)
Y'all washed like shirts
Kid been balling like Nerf
They fuck
of me, and kitten like writers
'cause of my tongue, wonder why I hits and unhand the fly kid
To cut a bishop like she needed a home or a knockin
Word, bit
(And only be purely bear)
In flex we just touch mood
John is almost strake face
No one fight than I fight slays stages
Just buddy don't flex
Stand
the time go
NcRRcTOR
Rose, Samuel, Margaret, and John
cdventurers, writers, scientists
Friends on paper, family in brick
Can add ‘time-travelers' to their
Supper time in the hole
Supper time in the hole
I shame my family, shame my home
Supper time
Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting for
smartin' off
Tired of being fired every time I fart and cough
Tired of having to work as a gas station clerk
For this jerk breathing down my neck driving
hermeneutics are through
And on that fruited plain
The corporate bishop's graze
Exit church of poverty and pain
The future's here today
The future's here
nigga like me sick no need for no medicine.. Bishop & Keen (What!)
You betta believe you gotta leave
before you get a couple in ya belly..
Keena better
smartin' off
Tired of being fired every time I fart and cough
Tired of having to work as a gas station clerk
For this jerk breathing down my neck driving
shoes small
Not at the bank, but with this lean, I'm having a withdrawal
On John Barrow, I had a hard past, like I threw a bullet
My total at Gucci was 23
destroyed was EDWARDS AIR FORCE BASE...
And TO THIS VERY DAY, 'Wing Nuts' and Data Reduction Clerks alike, speak in reverent whispers about that fateful
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