Lyrics:
now?
There’s no one left
That’s not been judged somehow
The emancipation of our kind
The occupation of our mind
The aggravation of our mind
How will we
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo, yeah, yo
Catch me on yo' brochure with beach balls, at least three whores
Head wop Queens know how to work they jaws
brother's case
When the judge threw him life
I swear it still hasn't
Touched my brain and that
Will come with pain
Travel in that thunder rain
Grindin' when
the mystery?
I came from a land afar
A land where I'm like any other one
But I got here by following a map
A secret map that can only be seen if you know how
people disagree with me
And how stereotypically boring these lyrics will be
[Pre-Chorus]
The beast is sort of cool
[Chorus]
I like the beast, a little
them grow
Into strange and pretty faces
I don't know
Clutching to my lipstick traces
Watch them go
And make mistake number three, yeah (ooh,
on flatbush avenue
some people say it once, we're gonna say it thrice
We're not the sons of brady or the three blind mice
and the mist a mist and fiercest
to do now
It's DIY, it's do or die
I'm on my own now
It's DIY, it 's do or die
I don't know what to do now
It's DIY, it's do or die
Three blind mice
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
Debris of an automobile giving birth to a blind horse biting a telephone
Debris of an automobile giving
like mice
Everybody wanna know how I raised my price
Told my dad I had a plan
I just hoped he'd understand
Stopped talkin' to my friends and
I went
by pied piper
Blind leading the blind, three mice is a blind cypher
I caught you by the toe, got you in a bind tiger
Poking holes up in your logic, set
it hurts
Black man came first
In the sweet name of Jesus
Cost me a dollar
At the flow of creflo
Like how the hell he supposed to know
I see
(Steve: I don't know Woody.
Are you sure you've got this think hooked up right?
Woody: Listen man, music is my life.
Steve: Alright. Two, three
I'm through 'cause I'm that def
That's how we all be, tighter than small Lees
Club, rap, and R&B, I'm wreckin' on all three
This drill means chill,
party on like the bombs dropped,
So if you're just too fucking blind you know what's what,
And if you're bluuugh you know what's what
VERSE 1: PRESSURE
I
Out of range, never running out of game
Lotta chains, came with a lot of pain
Not a day goes by I ain't got a jay
Spending change, where that
Next one double down for snake eyes
Or two bottle of aces are just fine
Don't make me come with the stick like the three blind mice
Blowee
Act with
implied
Eyes gone blind from the cyanide
Adrenaline rush like I'm running from the cops
I'm going too fast but I don't know how to stop
Girl I saw you in
see me shining, is like the three blind mice
I won't show my nice side twice, but I won't use a knife
Like, that shits too dumb, but it's a life for
Knowledge my wisdom
He is them
And I think you should know
Cuz the more you know
The more that you can grow
Open your eyes
Young child of mine
Cuz it's a sign
still mean that
I will kick a ill, malicious like mean rap
Suckers they forced me, to knock em all out and
They think they know things, like what I
to know how to sell
Flags are flying high in the Eastern sky where the roads are all covered in sin
Now I'm yelling at you like a banshee with blood all
And that's how the world began
And that's how the world will end
Well, a 3rd had just been made and we were swimming in the water
Didn't know then, was it
And that's how the world began
And that's how the world will end
Well, a 3rd had just been made and we were swimming in the water
Didn't know then, was it
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