Lyrics:
They put angels in the electric chair
The electric chair, the electric chair
Straight up angels in the electric chair
The electric chair
up with the stick, they scared
(Straight up)
We throw bullets, not chairs (Straight up)
She keep lookin', I'm a slayer (Straight up)
Sold a million
I'm young and doin it yeah
I set things straight no chair
Gave it my all in a year
That's thirty rounds right there
Them bullets gone rip n tear
Gotta
love John Hurt?
Did you shake is hand?
Did you hear him play his "Candyman"?
And in a straight-back chair
With his felt hat on
He tickled our fancies
Sitting on a hard chair, try to sit straight
Sitting on a hard chair, this moment won't wait
Listening to the speakers; they're talking about you
Sitting on a hard chair try to sit straight
Sitting on a hard chair this moment won't wait
Listening to the speakers they're talking about you
Sitting on a hard chair try to sit straight
Sitting on a hard chair this moment won't wait
Listening to the speakers they're talking about you
Look
Sittin' on the front porch on a summer afternoon
In a straight-back chair on two legs, leaned against the wall
Watch the kids a-playin' with June
Sittin' on the front porch on a summer afternoon
In a straight-back chair on two legs, leaned against the wall
Watch the kids a-playin' with June
Sitting on a hard chair try to sit straight
Sitting on a hard chair this moment won't wait
Listening to the speakers they're talking about you
Look
Two men sittin' in straight back chairs
Feet propped up on the railin'
Sittin' in front of the country store
Discussin' how the crops were failin'
Straight-backed chair and a table
Where he sits when he's able
To walk over from bedridden misery
To record from his thoughts
On a worn out
me, "push it like an algorithm"
Tried to sneak diss, put his catalog for extermination
Chillin' on the camp chair, eatin' snack packs
Straight up on my
o'clock, 4 o'clock, 5
Baby, you still ain't home
Well, I've fought some sleep, in a straight back chair
Morning comes and you still ain't here,
listenin' to Malcolm speak, talcum powder, shaving cream
layin' back, barber chair, straight razor clean
Babies were born, big families started to blossom
mad
Former Fat Boys
I'm in my space chair
I'm in the atmosphere
I'm in my space chair
Everything's so clear
Whole world
This view's so gorgeous
R&d was
o'clock, 4 o'clock, 5
Baby, you still ain't home
Well, I've fought some sleep, in a straight back chair
Morning comes and you still ain't here,
approve of what you did to you own flesh and blood
"If you don't sit on this chair straight
I'll take this belt from around my waist and don't think
approve of what you did to you own flesh and blood
"If you don't sit on this chair straight
I'll take this belt from around my waist and don't think
songs with me
He had a straight back chair
And a lonely bed
In an empty room
With no rest for his head
He only wanted some love
He needed a friend
o'clock, 4 o'clock, 5
Baby, you still ain't home
Well, I've fought some sleep, in a straight back chair
Morning comes and you still ain't here,
I was out there
Now I'm straight headin for the chair
[Tupac sings]
Bye bye, I was never meant to live
Can't be positive, when the ghetto's
bigger than sniffin nose candy white
Listenin to Malcom speak, talcum powder shaving cream
Layin back, barber chair, straight razor clean
Babies is born,
or darken down my hall
Because I'll be tied-up if you do
Ah, cold shoulder I'm warming up to you
I'll take mine in this straight-back chair in a field that I
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