Lyrics:
town
Clique
Boom
Silent
Indiscriminate as a bull shop
In walks the china
Who ever said humanity's gotta win?
It's already over yo
We went quiet
Drunk off
of self-respect
You flick a switch and the world goes off
Nobody jumps as you expect
I would have thought you would have had enough by now
You call selective
walk over your grave
Think that there's no other way to live your life free of the blame
Of plastic boxes made by slaves in foreign countries owned by
girl
Bimbo is a little boy who's got a million friends
And every time he passed by they all invite him in
He'll clap his hands and sing and dance
Little sister on her daddy's porch
She's sun kissed as the earth gets scorched
Little sister watchin' for her ride
She's dreamin' of a place that she
the fish into cold boxes
Tractor trailers, old drug dealers
Got me feeling like Gotti the way they bug the ceilings
One rogue came in to box my appearance
turn blue
But I'm always alone when I fall asleep
And the girls that walk downtown are like some stars that fell to Earth
They like the veins in my
a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx!)
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still
dirty, dressin' clean, dancin' nasty by the record machine
Do the walk, love to ball, just one look I believe that's all
Little girl loves to boogie
continental overalls with the big ben in the front pocket.
Just settin out them rabbit boxes and kickin' them black bears on his off day from the cement plant
conscience comes into play (I gotta do this)
Alright, stop (Huh?)
Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store
And try to get money out the drawer
the Walmart walls
Little baby with large balls
Fuck mud slingin', I'm blood flingin'
There's nothing on this fuckin' Earth better than bein' the
King
rating). Our criminal institutions are full of little creeps like you who do wrong things...
and many of them were driven to these crimes by a horrible
on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
mothers
You da Earth that can't be shaken
Giving' birth to all ye nations
Miseducation's blinded the eyes
Cleanse your temple free your mind
Walk in grace
conscience comes into play (I gotta do this)
Alright, stop (Huh?)
Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store
And try to get money out the drawer
the air, I pulled out the na-na
Rolled off the bed then shot back, paow-paow
Blood on the sheets probably spillin' from my gash
Looked out the glass, seen
walk by the railroad track
Hambone
Hambone, hambone
Have you heard?
Papa's gonna buy me a mocking bird
And if that mocking bird don't sing
up after I draw my pay
And we'll be rollin' in the hay
Hey, hey, Ford, Dodge, Chevrolet
Different strokes for different folks
A little fella walks up
jodienda no se para nunca, yeah
They give it to you but I,
keep it movin' while I'm runnin' wit' the rap race
But I need a little damn space, to breathe
Let these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message
As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
And with that being said,
is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor
I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writin', then record, replenish, keep writin'
you can't tell
T-Trust me homie
Do not walk up in my shadow
Just respect my handle while we bang and make the
Earth rattle
Go Yeah
I predict
fuck tradition
Religion, you learn Jesus
Turn the other cheek
Inherit the Earth, just stay meek
Fuck the way you speak
Try to walk, we chop off your
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