Lyrics:
The Hindu divide life into certain stages
What are called the Ashamas
The first is called Brahmacarya
The second Grehasta
And the third Vanaprastha
Don't put your daughter on the stage, Mrs. Worthington
Don't put your daughter on the stage
The profession is overcrowded
And the struggle's
Till next time
Uh
I'm the reason creation took longer than needed
You need a mobile crane to handle my business
I discovered the third law of motion had
on Paladino cause I'm a
Leave your neck on the curb
In this battle you won't win
The first second or third
It's no need to park when I pull
Up in that Lex in
Ale
I've got nothing to lose so I'm pissin' on the third rail
Groggy eyed and fried I'm headed for the station
D-Train ride to Coney Island vacation
of the season. An opportunity to turn on the style for rally fans here at the special stage, with the cars spending as much time in the air as they do
own evolution
Regress through the tunnels and flee light
Illumination, the first stage, my birthright
* DJ Richie Rich cuts
"Guide you out of triple
labor days, I saw her having labor pains
But she's solid, she's gonna be okay
Uh, I'm at the last stage, no more crying to mama about something
For now, I
this stage, yea
I mean that's the thing
Know a nigga young but I seen some things
Know they all love when I'm releasing things
Where I'm from it ain't
out here
(Oi, ayy, write that shit down)
Look
I see a ting that I touched
Tell me about talkin' stage, gotta tell her "Don't force it"
Beef man,
see the
are on stage, no cheers, all ears
All three of your eyes on me, so it appears
just like you thought it would be, but even better
the record I'm bringin my t.v. with me)
Yo, let the commoners speak publicly
Then disperse eye jammies for cats that swear by third pupil
But can't see past
glow
This one's for Layla Umi really loves ya
Countless amount of errors cause I wear hijab think I cause terror
They used to free labor when I charge
education
Even some of the dirty things
Even some of the dirty things
Even some of the dirty things
Even some of the dirty things
There is no stage, just
is the last stage, this is the last stage on
To get me out this Niketown, you striked out
You're out of rounds, bored no we make it bored
The mind is
Immortal Technique and DJ Green Lantern
third world mother fuckers!
I'm from where the gold and diamonds are ripped from the earth
Right next
We labor but the clay is made of babble
Bigger the brick, the deeper we get
Watch it all return to gravel
We labor but the clay is made of babble
memory
Up on the stage, lost in a song
The band keeps playing, 'til everyone's gone
Playing the sound, sound of the day
'Till somebody else, takes their
the stage, you shined just like the sun
Oh, why? That's what I keep askin'
And was there anything I could have said or done?
Oh, I had no clue you were
I put the blunt in rotation
Meditation, medication
Dopamines on confirmation
You hating?
Get off my third leg
Get off my third leg
Get off my third
a shame, that's a pity
Stuck to the code and I ain't switching sides
Mama gon have a million when I die
Raging on stage, the whole crowd going live
You
paid before approaching the stage
So listen
Just pay me, my labor it ain't free
Do me no favors, show me some paper
Just pay me, my labor it ain't
reasons to riot but the pickets are skyrocketing
One one side of the earth, they're living in utter poverty;
Working cheap labor to fill our overflowing box
(Young Andi!)
Ich schieße Punchlines rein in deine Spermafresse
Komm' ich auf die Stage, gibt es 31 Schwerverletzte
Eingefleischter Hermann
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