Lyrics:
There's an evenin' haze settlin' over town
Starlight by the edge of the creek
The buyin' power of the proletariat's gone down
Money's gettin' shallow
On the sleeve of my peasant shirt
Oh yeah
Ah, but when that clock strikes midnight
And I'm all by myself
I work that combination
On my secret hideaway shelf
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
loving
Right, work it out this hard time, it all got me stop
Let my life pass me by, can’t get loving,
Right, work it all out this hard time, it all got me
By the jaws of death, you little coward
Scared to step in this arena
Where the grass is greener, you're looking meaner and meaner
But your look
on a hog
(Information being on those tapes)
And I sat back
(That sucker didn't want y'all to dig
On him trying to cop) laughin atcha!
(An ounce of that
I remain unused to bleed the menace
That remains to fall
Don't take no summer vacation
That remains to fall
We refuse to work in your death camp
and I was going crazy
Stood by my side, it's only right that I return the favor
You changed my life and gave me love when I had none to offer
Gave me
concepts, new tools, new weapons
By analyzing the past, Sage can project into the future
I used to think that rappers had it figured out
Brass Monkey,
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
the southern sky
But they won't get this far
There's red ants by the graveyard gate
They're nearly all that moves
And they carry on despite this heat
I bet
Had me facing death row
Say we got you on these bodies
Do you wanna talk? No!
Shit, I bought my own work, nigga
Built my own clientele
Guess who
the speaker
And overdose on somethin' sweeter
Do you suffer from migranes or other pains
That's caused by stress and strain? Brother, refrain
Sick to death kodwa lei ntwana trying to test it
Not your regular these suckers niggas used to Benson
Dial the cellular they work with popo nje ngo Dende
like the minister, when I be lacin' the wax
I be bringin' salvation through the way that I rap
And you know, and I know, I'm nice like that
Work
will love you 'til the end of time
You went out every night
And baby that's alright
I told you that no matter what you did, I'd be by your side
face it that's growth, pay attention take notes
You over forty and movin' work better be by the boat
Better be by the dock, better not be by your home
whether foe
Let them know that I flow over the rainbow
Hit the deck
Aw, yep, (ch-ch plow) from the Tek, takin' heads, takin' necks
What the fuck they
a bitch.
Said boi aint no sucker. I got bigger issues and I put that on my Mumma. Can u hear my soul can you feel all of that thunder. Feel all of my holes
These are the tales, the freaky tales...
The tales that I tell so well...
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked
say what, say what?
I say what, say what? (My band is bigger than yours)
Too bad, I got your beans in my bag (aha)
You stuck-up sucker, Korny
and a classic, I need a bitch with an accent
I need a bitch that'll practice
Yeah, give you that work, make it backflip
Say you be reppin' the gang well then
Out of range, never running out of game
Lotta chains, came with a lot of pain
Not a day goes by I ain't got a jay
Spending change, where that
out by previous wars, I work on
Graves of the poor
To clean up this mess left by the west
My duty to the African, tell my next of kin
In a song, but
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