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Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


*
Words sometimes

pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)

em), they don’t get along
So I hang em by they fuckin thongs
Bouncing side to side so you know I finna flex
Movin' side to side and you know I’m about

cast off (ayy, ayy, hold on, hold on)
Three, two, one (ayy), watch a bitch blast off (haha)

Got my own style, don't follow no trends (no)
I want

Victory! (Come Forward)

Brother Ali

Shadows on the Sun

2004

probably make you strip to your thong
Dissin your song and feel you mouth to fist when you yawn
Nibblin on a rapper till the gristle is gone
I stand

and everyone else was Cindy
Then you came along and you changed my song, I was filled with glee
In love with you, you made me wanna do all the winter things
Hot

you die by the sword 
Damn bro gotta know It's a creed 
I'm rolling tree
Life is great singing to myself like a cast of  f the series glee 
Fill it

and grime
in the snow

There'll be no one home for Christmas
No garlands or songs of glee
Eyes that once shone, now broke an alone
Just memories of what used

comes an end,
I'm filled with raging fire.

Hollow brittle stone, fossilised in grief.
A relic that once beat, plucked away by a thief.

Transform them

in bikinis
On an island I think was Fiji
Chanel yells "I wanna be like biggie"

Humming the words to his song
On top a table in a thong
"I love

down to my core
Nothing can replace your faultless glee
Burdened by this heavy heart of grief

A somber ode
Of what you have left behind
Caliginous
Are

above the law
Warsaw song
Dress modest ma
What you got that thong for
My manager just called
And said they want us back
At The Gong Show
Mixed recipe
My

king
That’s the life and route I promote definitely 
I love the cast of good times, but hate the show good times
It was oppression all the time,