Lyrics:
This is the christmas story as told by my drunk grandpa. Many years ago in hepsaba a child was born to Fred and Doris Ombree he was a very speciel
I stand on the top
Of the high mountain
Three roads of doom
Lies before me
And I must decide
Which road to choose
I'll change in one wink
Or I'll
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
I see the world thru my third eye
I know the whole game fake but wake up and strive
To handle business
I can't keep giving these people my time
Same
And a song in their hearts by and by!
JEAN KAYAK RAISE UP YOUR APPLEJACK,
THE LEG-END, IS ONE-THIRD-HALF TRUE.
THE COLOR IS GOLD AND
WE’RE ALL FEELING BOLD
and real weed
I'm pleadin' guilty like Bob Marley
The weed killed me
I intercourse verbally, poetic perjury
To copy words of me leads to
Murder in the third
bag suckers
[Chorus: x2]
I got my locs on cause my eyes are burgundy
And when I get home I don't want the third degree
The verdict be urgently
I can see the way you glance
Imma pull up on you
Cause I wanna be your man
Ain't no undercover
Take you by your pretty hands
Moving till the sun up
lookin' good for me
You what? You gon' stick with her or me?
Damn girl, you always givin the third degree, you still my
Always keepin me up on my toes
world everyday piece by piece it break you down
Wear a mask you cant get the right air in a you lungs
Everyday is population control
My third eye see
no reason for alarm
Soon after this maneuvering, artists all over
Started being influenced by those Bone Thugs-N-Harmony-esque cadences and flows
hotter than the third degree
You tried my style but I burn you see
I'm ice and I'm cold, I'm buildin' igloos of gold
You want to' bite my style, you gotta'
My baby won't talk to me
She giving me the third degree
The peace is sure 'nough disturbed
I know I'm just gettin' on her nerve
She's the only one I
phase one
I burn anybody, third degree
X5 cats like BM from AM's to PM's
I'm a MC and producer
Seduced like the Kama Sutra
Beyond the stuff that ya
ever satisfied?
Day after day innocent people are being deported, interrogated and tortured, put through the third degree
Fundamentalist forces are
doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
the diagnosis
do i have to say it out loud we’re past precocious
check my diary, cause all you sees the third degree
want to smile and wave, i’m giving you my
Yet she sung, perched in her cage
Sung her song so ominous
And it rung harmonious
And I tried to set her free
Got burned to the third degree
Were making
you can't handle the flame
It's too hot to determine degree
Follow me
I got power in my hand years later you'll see
Smarts on me, funny I ain't got
The mountain of fecies I've climbed over will leave you
Weak at the knees but I've grown so much from it that
I'm able to stand on what woulda cut my agchilles
peace
Side barriers provide care within from impurities
Every word sees your attention like third degree
I subjugate you other fake performers while
risk to get my heart broken by you
Ooo you lied, it hurts
I knew your words gon burn
Third degree
Wrapping my heart with Hennessey
Don't want anybody
prostitutes in Venice
Pussy bitch ****** be jealous
Tell all my opps let me finish my sentence
My bitch schizophrenic
Third degree burns from this song man I
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