Lyrics:
Run over by a truck this monkey is Armenian
This shooting star's Laotian jamaica, Malta
And Niger are creatures from the ocean
Greenland's not a real
decease well then, please
Bury me by my grand-grand and when you can, come follow me
God bless you workin' on a plan to heaven
Follow the Lord all
A stranger walks by missing someone
I can tell at first glance the thoughts are far away lost in the sky
When we lock eyes I travel
A perfect example
Interrupting all programs
This is radio clash from pirate satellite
Orbiting your living room,
Cashing in the bill of rights
Cuban army surplus
World is just around the corner
In the Soviet Union a scientist is blinded
By the resumption of nuclear testing and he is reminded
That Dr. Robert
Confess my sins
But still didn't find peace
But
Like MJ and five
I will six peak
(Third round!)
I write music for hood first
'Cause that's where
world
And we see between the lines
A bunch of detractors
Trying to box us in
Fuck your vision
I blind your third eye
Remove myself from your mind
Third world is plagued by poverty and
The World Bank is the cause
It's an instrument of
Transnational companies
To overule domestic laws
Serving
Hallelujah, K dot'll do ya
Quicker than a porno star
Jump on my dick y'all
And get fucked by the millisecond
Duck when I pull the weapon
From out
Look at the stars
Reach for them and
Cut a third eye
Center Forehead
Look through your blood
And find the world changing
Proof it all to burst
When
crack the forty open (get 'em)
Cheers, get put in the trunk
That's my nigga Battlecat providin' the funk
That's the old world, I'm frontline from
And once man can’t change the
World from his office
In order to do that we gotta
All get on our shit we gotta raise our kids
Take the revolution we started
the waves of love
The lion's been in hiding
Will it be a feast of fools
Bringing on the end of the world?
Bringing on the end of the world...
From
testify
My T-shirt come from Bergdorf
I make so much on a verse I take a third off
Bird call, swerve off
Bust a nut on her, tell her that's a load off
weak production
Pumping corruption in the third world we just busting
Hold up and analyze the wildcats slang cracks
They swing an axe, the new routines,
me the greatest or call me retired
It's up in the air, like carbon monoxide
Bitch, we in the building, we started from outside
My dick is my third
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doing it
Bound by
on the planet, remain in poisonous warfare
Derelict Arabic terrorists in the air
Shit arrogant apparent to punish people by their heritage,
Nato barriers, Hate
amazing when I'm creating a sight
For the world to behold and the story to last
So one day ghetto children can visit their glorious past
After Pac
anthropologically unjust
But the takings are up by a third, so
Cunts are still running the world, yeah
Cunts are still running the world
Oh yeah
The free
already mad rush
Just 'cause it's still the season
The perfect gift for me would be
Completions and connections left
From last year, ski shopping,
breathe
I want you home by Christmas Eve
I want to hold you
I don't see any planes in the sky
We'll all emerge from our cocoons like butterflies
I want
height, your hair
The third producеd the finest clothing
And the fourth, small kitchen appliances
Small kitchen appliances?
Small kitchen appliances!
believe people can change, but only for the worse
I could've changed the world if it wasn't for this verse
So satanic, K-Mart chains panic 'cause they
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