Lyrics:
you 'bout to get this shit over-the-counter? You're not
Ain't no prescription for this shit, you can't just dial up the doc'
My nigga wicked with
the charges, back to the wall, I fight regardless
Screaming, "Fuck the law," my life is lawless
That's what you call it
Ain't got to be no psychic to see this
to say this out loud
So uh, if you could sort of roll along with this thing here
This is called, "Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie"
Um, when your mind
and stomp, every pest
Oh the rampaging paramedic, poacher is my title
To inform other worlds of such, a hellacaust
Quick serve as a purpose, preparing
(Yeeuh) this one goes out-
(I gotta go) -to all my
Aliens and weirdo's out their
(Laughs) Me I'm high on (Yep) that stuff
Good weed that is it's ya
for somebody's rhyming to set you free
For God so loved the world he gave to me
I'm coolin teaching those needing schoolin
The mic, this mic in my hand,
I don't want your money
Though Heaven knows I could use it
But you see this is my home and you see the other bar down the street
Well, that's my
before my flock on seven hillsides
Seven sorrows, seven sons, seven mothers and every one
Will turn to me for the word of God, what does this mean?
Them Special People, as Opposed to You and I
They're Called to Teach God's Children, cll the World Through
That Jesus is There for Everyone, Not just for
Now, the end is near (Can you believe this shit Guru?)
So I face (I'm from the hood man) the final curtain
(No the real hood the hood, not the rap
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
I don't want your money
Though Heaven knows I could use it
But you see this is my home and you see the other bar down the street
Well, that's my
They don't ask no questions, all they do is bang bang
I said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad I love ya
I do this for them shottas, Jamaica I'm
the moment we arrived
Could this be the end?
Is this the way I die?
Sitting here alone
No one by my side
I don't understand
I don't feel that I
the moment we arrived
Could this be the end?
Is this the way I die?
Sitting here alone
No one by my side
I don't understand
I don't feel that I
Firmin, just a brief reminder
My salary has not been paid
Send it care of the ghost by return of post
P.T.O.: no one likes a debtor
So it's better if my
who blow the huntsman's horn and by the look of this one
You've not got much to fear
Here I am, I'm very fierce and frightening
I come to match my
that's not news to me
The flood is here it will carry you
And I've got work to do
Come on home, the team you're hitched to has a mind of its own
But
gasket just blew
This always happens, thirty minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin, only option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall,
that you hold
It makes it easier to see beyond today
Now I'm looking to the sky
[Chorus]
This world is not my home
I'm a stranger in this land
I know a lot of funny people
In a lot of funny places
But the Midwest is my home
We've got to start respectin' this world
Or it's gonna turn
underprivileged, look
I came to my senses, I can never count on people
I can't even trust the senses in this world full of venom
All I need's my spider senses, my
got some work to do you mean the world to me
Been waiting for this moment because you're not your average girl you see When gold bonds and currency meet
And where desires feed
It's a fine line
How do I live with so much
Here with the spoil of the blessed
And not abandon this boat
For the sea of excess
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