Lyrics:
Don't take away the memories
That we have
Not today
He's a real dead ringer
With East End Roots
A national treasure in a whistle and flute
The father he
Rao Jin si hit daini
(We are pacifists.)
Rao Jen pin ou daini
(We are artists.)
Jin si rang Roy Rao mai yam
(Our national flag represents
I'm John Marshall, I'm the chief justice
Shout to my Congress, everyone else can suck it
Shout out to McCulloch and national banking
Act like you
In every phase and facet of national life there is a war being waged on america's poor the only apparent solution to this scourge of homelessness is
to make a stop.
We were drinking from a cooler in the hatchback of a Honda
He had borrowed from his brother cause his truck was in the shop.
By the time
and loathing is their national dept
The man with no eyes
Takes you by surprise
Breaks into your soul to terrorize
We got famine while you feast
We
And joining us now Dr Anthony Fauci
Head of National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases and member of the White House coronavirus task
to see
For we can't blame the hours we've got insane
With their words my mind have been eaten
By their greed that made us beated
Singing their anthem
donations
Over good people's intentions
Keep ignoring inquisition
Killing for christianization
Kids dying by intoxication
Through media manipulation
Cops
since way back, back, back
Me and Lil' Rich we've been ballin' since National Mory
I treat the cash like it's garbage
The greener the grass in
Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck
You gotta copy on me, Pig Pen, c'mon?
Ah, yeah, 10-4, Pig Pen, fer sure, fer sure
By golly,
Yeah yo yo yeah uh uh no doubt uh check it
Havoc"
One two one two Q.B.C. to London
A little something bumpin'
Mobb Deep the infamous national
Sometimes I want to swing by
To check on her, see how her week is going
But you disapprove
Other times I'll call up
He picks up and makes me feel
[Chorus:]
They mad at me
Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me)
Good got Jordan?s, the sun in my Range (they mad at me)
Pass by
disaster
Follow all orders issued to you by federal and local police
The president has announced a national disaster
If you know of a suicide victim
You must
[Chorus]
They mad at me
Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me)
Good got Jordan's, the sun in my Range (they mad at me)
Pass by don't
right, their get nice, they get by (oh my)
They get open, get ready, get primed
The national pastime is victimless crime
You want your thrill and I want
[Chorus]
They mad at me
Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me)
Good got Jordan's, the sun in my Range (they mad at me)
Pass by don't
When government of the people by the people
Comes second to business and interests of capital
Then you know we’re fucked as a nation on the globe
In an old brick tavern by the side of the National Road
Where stagecoach drivers and highwaymen took shelter from the cold
Where the ghosts
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
All the scientists are running around,
Looking for the monkey but he can't be found,
'Cause he's down by the pond playing hockey with the kids.
Branded by his mustache and big glasses
A pedophile cliché, coming for you
His wife would not even blow him
The only girls he could fuck were minors
According to Nigeria
National bureau of statistics
In collaboration with world bank reports
That four in ten Nigerians
Live below national
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