Lyrics:
and tactile bassoon oboeing me cordon the virus' section off to the left is what is not right
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
English arcane tantamount here
Reed
I pray every day that EST don't never snake me
I think every day about puttin' yall faces on white tees
I been up for months, it's on my mind,
came back in
To my block, from Holloway, Bellfort, to Scott
Reed Road to Phlox, we know the spots
Smoke weed and rocks, drink all the blue dots
came back in
To my block, from Holloway, Bellfort, to Scott
Reed Road to Phlox, we know the spots
Smoke weed and rocks, drink all the blue dots
On yo'
to need it
If you're drinking or not
If you can give me a ride
Won't you say say say my name
Ricky Reed is real
I'm the shit and the fan
I'm your
But have you seen my records? This Heat, Pere Ubu, Outsiders, Nation of Ulysses, Mars, The Trojans, The Black Dice, Todd Terry, the Germs, Section 25,
But have you seen my records? This Heat, Pere Ubu, Outsiders, Nation of Ulysses, Mars, The Trojans, The Black Dice, Todd Terry, the Germs, Section 25,
But have you seen my records? This Heat, Pere Ubu, Outsiders, Nation of Ulysses, Mars, The Trojans, The Black Dice, Todd Terry, the Germs, Section 25,
ESP
Read your mind, align your chi's, and burn your negativity
Bumpin' Junior Reed
I harnessed mine, so who am I to people please? (Bomboclaat)
Cop
a smoking section; here's an injection of rap perfection.
So what the heck, you select my dialect.
Next man's cassette, yo, reject and eject.
'Cause I
of reed
Is you down for a nigga? Girl it's now or never
In my section, making news, how I change the weather
After the party, you want something, know
Buckdown
Go nowhere without
The hammer, call me Thor
No Robert dinero
I need a score
You niggas jay reed
Jus call me god
Brooklyn nigga
You
George Floyd
Eric Garner
Micheal Brown
Sean Reed
Kendra James
Trayvon Martin
You ain't live in my life
You ain't walk in my road
You ain't felt
this final section
Is merely background rhyming to a public display of affection
Three days off means three days in - three breakfasts with my wife
got em extra lost
Let em pepper off
Special sauce got em feeling sloshed
Block the section off
Check the mouth got em wide open can't protect the jaw
mind
Smoked a Lucky on the Victoria line
Those English fags are just uncouth
Strutted down to Dobell’s American Import section
Died and went to heaven
sliding a v6 but im from the H?
But a young nigga grew up in Luverne on section eight
Shit is not a act a young nigga just came up this way
I said a nigga
resolve
And I’m tessellating the halls
The section 8 gave me visions
Of passing on my what I’m feeling
Inside illustrious buildings
That costed me seven
I'm home!" whisky in tummy
Recliner feels like a throne
Forty year old negro Al Bundy clone
Renting three bedrooms in the colored section
Three kids
or not|If you can give me a ride|Won't you say say say my name|Ricky Reed is real|I'm the shit and the fan|I'm your first walk of shame|I'm the blood on your
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