Lyrics:
Seven O'Clock in the evening
Watchin' somethin' stupid on TV
I'm zoned out on the sofa
When my wife comes in the room and sees me
And she says "is
tonight we are listening to a 1982 classic album by Sparky Lightning and The Bolts. What better way is there to party on a weekend? I can't think of any. Up
of vocal breaks life pays when
Kid said, Pete makes beats in the basement
Cold hit, the pavement, over to the chill side
The real side, the 7-7 hillside
Ninety seven to two thousand, check it! (Ha! Ha! La!)
[Wyclef]
Jericho sound
No Woman No Cry (We 'bout to set it!)
Yes! Yes! (We 'bout to set it!)
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
Manger scenes are on sale get a free Baby Jesus
So many gifts to buy
So little cash to spend
The second to spend
The second that it ends
It starts
a place where perception is developed
If you can't walk on these shoes, then your feet would swell up
A medium by which thoughts are made clear
Beneath
to make it to heaven
So I'm going through hell
Fucked up as a kid, never finished school
Dad was never home, mom was miserable
They just got divorced,
the freak in the street
I wonder if they're bothered about 24/7
Cowboy kiss on the dance-floor
Curse words in the daytime
Kids are doing alright
Kids are
your second album
And Me, Myself & I just went 7x Platinum
Toured around the world, damn, you really had 'em
But now you're 27 and it's time to be
(The hypnotic, the hypnotic)
(The hypnotic, the hypnotic)
[7X]
Yo,
I knew this girl named Alana with mad persona
She dealt with reality never
nobody paid Jaz wack ass
I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap
That came second to me moving this crack
Gimme a second I swear
I will
a canvas I'm the Group of Seven
A migraine, take two Excedrin
I'm the one twice over, I'm the new eleven
And if I die I'm a do it reppin', I never do
me know
Fifteen bet and you blow, better get dough
Won't be a second we won't; they lettin me go
Since pays wisen your ways, allow me to grow
Aiyyo
a girl
Looking any better than you did
And all the kids at school
They were wishing they were me that night
And now our bodies are oh so close
(That block)
Puttin' everything in it
It was all or nothin' (My all)
Now these diamonds on my neck
Got all these bitches fuckin' (Hardo)
With a kid, they
the seven sins
Chaos blows through the land
We've reached where the end begins
Where death offers its hand
The wolf once united divides into two
Torn by
One two three four five six seven
Rap like hell make it should like heaven
Seven six five four three two one zero
Black supermen is back as your
I've come to the motherland to make a home to put my bed in
This weather does my head in
Some people are less than kind I wish
Mama was here so I
and the white pony
On my back are bills staying off my toes always on my heels
Insane, plain, soldiers coming in the dark by plane
To enforce the new system by
nigga
I was raised in the projects, we could go at it, nigga
I can't wait no time on a co-edded, nigga
Bro-code, me and Dave count through seven
Girls, you know you'd better watch out
Some guys, some guys are only about
That thing (my men and my women)
That thing (don't forget about
Y'all sit back relax get some popcorn man
I'm gonna make it a good show, you dig that
(Are you not entertained?)
This going make a hell of a movie huh
of our future home
And the kids are growing up as you and I, we are growing old
What a crazy world
Pretty little girl
In the rain with the drink from
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