Lyrics:
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
"This next story is a true story.
It concerns two of my favorite subjects:
industrial theft . . . and-a t-ts!
Mmm, what a combo! This is
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
You look at this picture with a wondering eye
And then at the arrow that hangs by it's side
They tell a story for you know there is one
With
is white Ts like we moving powder
From the first day, I showed you guys my pen game elite
Keep my eyes on the money and leave ears in the streets
story
Riding through the plains
The sad and empty plains longing for spring
Like an overgrown house, or a bird without wings
Sad and empty like a violin
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
away, and at last one day came a squaw with a story strange,
Of a long-deserted line of traps 'way back of the Bighorn range;
Of a little hut by
to the sound of the ocean
They're raisin' banners over by the markets
White washing slogans on our ship yard walls
Witch doctors praying for a mighty showdown
mind your business
Plain white tee, no ku klux business
Check my IV, check what's missing
Check my ID, know the difference
Niggas talkin' be specific
money but still hungry
True story, once threw a nigga from a two storey
Asked for my paper, said, "There's nothin' he can do for me"
That's like takin'
intellect
Took a while to see by my vision
Can't put your foot down you be trippin
Did you hear yourself speak you don't listen
In the dark I got the sunlight
Now to our special report around the world
Many nations face corruption in the US
Police often tell themselves a story about
America being
Turnin' blue in the face,by holdin' his breath
With the white cloud bullshit stuck in his chest
But then he tried to stop,but it never worked
Chinese
The white girl said, "My name is Dawn
And I love your gear by Louis Vuitton"
The black girl said, "My name is Jane"
And she couldn't keep her hands
this,
both gills cut sick,
dope skills hunt with,
Freeze cunt sign these,
Eaze up my steeze,
See some white Ts
Bdubs Nikeys,
Felt those right hooks
pass you by
I get up, I get down
III I Get Up, I Get Down
In her white lace, you could clearly see the lady sadly looking
Saying that she'd take
Hello, hello
Today we'll be doing a reading of
The Gift of the Magi, which was published by O. Henry
In the December of 1905
The Gift of the Magi
sad stories (Yeah)
On how ya old nigga boring (Fuck em)
He don't know how treat a barbie (Uh uh)
He don't know how treat a barbie (Uh uhh)
I'm Offset
to the TS
AVE KOE Brooklyn BX
We gonna build the bridge make a thousand stakes
Of a whole white stone, let's crack motherfucker
You gonna get the same
A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun,
And take away the plain in which we move,
And choose the course you're running
Down at the edge, round
I'm in the wrong story
Wait just one moment
We can't do this, you have a Princess
Of course, you're right
How foolish
Foolishness can happen
here?
I'm in the wrong story
Wait, one moment, please
We can't do this!
Of course, you're right
How foolish
Foolishness can happen in
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