Lyrics:
the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
For a sailor it's always a bother in life
It's so lonesome by night and by day
'Til he launch
Count it on the floor, count it on the floor
There go a bag full of money knocking at the door
He say he just ran out, he need a couple more
I'm
nappy and too harsh
Strike 3, you can never be better than us
You ain't American, you're just another black man in America
Alone he stands this man from
heh-heh, s'causee me if I laugh.
Don't laugh.
Alright I'll do that.
Who is this man here, the other man?
He's our leader.
He is your leader?
Ja.
Wh-what is
your piece and Cubans with the Jesus piece
I need peace with 5-0, not more Sean Reed's
Don’t Judge a man you never knew I mean perception is key
At the KOC Local 3.13
There's a fat man standing
By the soda machine
And he knows, he knows, he knows
Life can be funny
He calls the hair
him a new case
That s*** I used to tell my walkie lil' itchy
All he did was smoke weed and drink coffee, I know he miss me
To my man Lil' Nell, stay up
my opposition
Just by me still
Living with black on the
Back of my hand
Cops leaving my people
Dead in he streets I can't
See as defeat cuz we
least influenced by The Mayor of Margaritaville, Jimmy Buffet, to whom this album is dedicated with much love and many thanks. We will forever cherish
you on blast but I saw that man in
Tears, bro you know, and I was thinking like
"He deserve to win Album of the Year"
And this small box that we are
can't control bro
But if I tell him "shoot"
Then he's got no choice (Dig it)
Last night I had to run a man down
Screamin' "don't run", now I got no voice
I'm all about now
So
I'ma just
Kick it off top beat from the drop man
Droppin album's quicker than Usain Bolt man
I'ma treat it like a playstation
man will never know
His cunning father crept his way into our camp
Priam tearfully pleaded for his son's body's return
He explained Peleus will one day
In the bicentennial summer of our faded glory land a bright new face appeared upon the scene. Of an honest peanut farmer by the name of Jimmy Carter.
Magnum
You already know this track isn't wack
On the drying rack
And my boy jimmy got that 6 pack
Welcome back to the track
New album just dropped
You
other pioneer of hip hop is a man who goes by Grandmaster Flash
He was a rapper and a DJ who knew how to turn the average turntable into a musical
Me and my man takin? it in tonight
Yeah, we gonna get it in tonight
We goin? smoke somethin?, drink somethin?, toast somethin?
So, he can beat
think I'm bad, they say "Oooh he's so evil!"
'Cause I go on blind dates, with actual blind people
But my album's out the store, yours be on the shelf
I
getting busy
She said, "Russ, you're way to litty, committee"
Man get lizzy, killy, do my dance like Shiggy, yuh see me
Dance for the war with Jimmy
Ooh
Yeah
Yeah
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catch a nigga by his toes
If he hollas let him go
Tryna sell out my all my shows
They be knocking at the door
of a single
Sexy young slimmy, but not too young, though
That's because Jimmy might end up on death row
Now this here jam is like a special kind of song
the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
For a sailor it's always a bother in life
It's so lonesome by night and by day
'Til he launch
figure out what's acceptable
The man behind the Cardigan, that album is impeccable
My niggas got the loud homie, if it's stressin' you
We lampin' in
And what does a man do? He provides
Honestly, I wrote this album like four times
Coming from a place so dark it absorbs light
Lead the blind thinking I could
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