Lyrics:
They just call me mad hatter
Cuz it's been in my core
I've been a bad fucking child
Man my mama could scorn
Acting out of pocket
Kicked my ass out
The scattered pages of a book by the sea
Held by the sand washed by the waves
A shadow forms cast by a cloud
Skimming by as eyes of the past
But
Marital norms unperformed but the porn survives
In the dorms of the scorn, they keep warm supplies
Gone to lose the use of tooth, horn and thigh
Farthest
By K. Michael Cooper
Now I would like to introduce to you
Professor Makashanti
International Professor of Dubology, Dub,
Poetry
Reasoning
Jesus
Help your people fight to follow
So wherever you go we'll be right by your side
Go, then, earthly fame and treasure
Come, disaster, scorn, and pain
the strangers eyes
And who are we to criticize or scorn the things that they do?
For we shall seek and we shall find Ammonia Avenue
If we call for
mate
Sparrow in the treetop, sparrow in the treetop
Scared of goin' home because it's too darn late
Don't look at me, sweetheart, with scorn in your
formed drawn in the brain
Sorn scorn by the pourin' rain
But I can stand it seldom do I feel stranded
Granded I stand with the style that is
scorn in your eyes
Been out all night, gonna tell you no lies
Stopped in one place, heard them singin' a song
Heard them singin' a song
Like a lonely
of Heaven
Running to you by a new path
As the clouds course in the purest air
Like sapphire'
And after Ursula had said this
Rumour spread amongst the people
Caused by forces born from danger
Cleaning hands where virtues live on ice
In mother's scorn
Blood was born
A war unknown to us all
See the rays
From the day I was born, I took the bull by the horns, and gave you
Plenty to scorn, well right on! then you said in a song that life was
Gettin
to an induced somnambulism
Fueled by propaganda
Inevitable scorn prevailing banality in radical force
Perceives the disappearance of all genuine criticism
Open your eyes, look around, what do you see
Truth is obfuscated by a false reality
Imaginary towers scrape the skies in my mind
As the real world's
kicking on her cervix
Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, though my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to take on a name, my
born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort
justified
All my betrayals when I listen to Morente
The alibi of my throat is rejected
The alibi of my gift is overthrown
With six impeccable threads of scorn
won't you hook a chew scorns, she tellin you buy
Street poetry is how ya boy get paid
And I wear no Escalade, metallic, black or beige
Yo when I walk up
born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings of comfort and joy)
Jewry,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings
to
Me by the shores of Isagumi
Why shouldn't it happen to us?
Oh the busy little hornet doesn't scorn it
To ignore it really is ridiculous
It's a ritual
the strangers eyes
And who are we to criticize or scorn the things that they do?
For we shall seek and we shall find Ammonia Avenue
If we call for the proof
now
Back to the hedgerows where bodies are mounted
Ah, but I'm flying like a bird to you now
I was housed by your warmth, thus transformed
By your
now
Back to the hedgerows where bodies are mounted
Ah, but I'm flying like a bird to you now
I was housed by your warmth, thus transformed
By your
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