Lyrics:
my people on the front lines
People, my people are dyin'
And we see it all the time
Don't know where our future would be
If he's not here, how do
covered
I need you to answer one question for me
The answer is yes, then I get you out of here pending trial
And James St. Patrick goes to jail
No
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
lettin' off much steam
In the Carhartt flannel and the dusty jeans, baby
I never was cool with James Dean, but I be hangin' tough
With my man Jim Beam
I
Cant understand some of these
Rhymin' in circles
Now patriotic emcees
On bent knees
By six degrees
Lord have mercy
Even the voice of god
slip (nope)
Too much talent inside my clique (yup)
James St Patrick can't get this brick (nope)
Cut like fabric you more like lint
Built like a palace
That was Everything Is A Lot by
Will Wood and the Tapeworms
Presented by SAY-10 Records
Copyright: Will Wood 2015
Produced, recorded, mixed
I, James Robert Injustice
Being of unsound body and mind
Hereby bequeath all my worldly goods
To anyone who wants 'em.
The debts that I got
I, James Robert Injustice
Being of unsound body and mind
Hereby bequeath all my worldly goods
To anyone who wants 'em
The debts that I got from
by love while I'm winking at you
I'm thinking out loud so you know I'm always thinking 'bout you
Same time, I don't think I'm too irrational
cauliflower, gettin money by the hour
when it rain yeah it shower, these police killin by the hour
Yeah my flow just like the nile, Im a business man
James st
now free
Unless the rhyme was rocked by me
I got the balls to bang (baw ba-ba-baw, ba-ba-baw, ba-baw bang)
Yeah, steady, just doing my thang (steady,
and let it greenery
Got a vision, so I'm creating the scenery
I just want to exhale, every time I exhale
Just do my best, so I succeed where the rest fail
Because James is the name
Ay it's Tannor here and I want to say a few words
I'm going to play some chords
I can always get home on time
While I'm there I'm
on
She blow while the foreign chillin' by the pond
All style all smiles like I'm James Bond
All style all smiles like I'm James Bond
All style all smiles
that, Royce, where you at?
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by
time to feel what's real
What happened to Miss Independent?
No longer need to be defensive
Goodbye old you when love is true
James:
Miss guarded heart
My grandfather's frock was bought straight off the shelf
From the Co-op in Leamington Spa.
It was hid 'neath the bed by the old man himself
With
thru the lane
Like LeBron James goin' for that 4th ring
I can't be stopped, I'm the lion out the cage
Breakin' records, I'm a legend, it's time to write
column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is
corners
Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters
I'm meaner in action
Than Rosco beating James Tarteenyer
And smackin' his back
like a train I roll hard lettin' off much steam
In the cut-off flanel and the dusty jeans, baby
I never was cool with James Dean, but I be hangin'
(Written by Elmore James)
You said you were hurting
You almost lost your mind
Cause the girl you love she hurts you all the time
When things
I BE LAUGHIN IN IT'S FACE
I NEED A LITTLE TIME
UNDERNEATH THE MOON
TO DO A LITTLE DANCE
SING A LITTLE TUNE
PARTY, PARTY, PARTY
BABY BY MY SIDE
(BABY
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