Lyrics:
prison
All our history hidden, ain't no liberty given
We all fit the description of what the documents written
We been lacking the vision and barely
floor of the building
You'd leak anythin' from document to poison
To stand on your brother's face and holler buoyant
Float like a butterfly
Sting Jackals
the courtrooms
Shootin birds at the judges
Fuck Teks and go and plug us out on racial slurs
Destroyin documents or complaints from black workers
Chorus:
a luxury
I'm a soubrette columnist fathering doom document
Cursed version of a certain Virgin Mary womb occupant
[Verse One]
I know swamp rats who never
All this news
All this news, yea
Quills of the filterless
Document the wilderness from silverfish to Gilgamesh
Trinity or triple six
I'm busy
the consequence
And when I called La Migra and the INS
They took away your documents
You took me to the Jamesons and said "Swinging is fun"
You told me I
that they're the favorite, he loves each of them the best
And these documents he gave them will now put them to the test
So they open all the writings
they stoppin' it
Wanna walk, man, to the coffin lid
Eat your heart out, fiction fan
Truly the truth's the stranger document
Mira, mírate y ahora mírame
Don't ask me who I am
Don't ask me where I was
Nothing to declare
Not in the valise of my mind
All the documents are there
But still, there's
mind on a journey to the outermost
To document what it had seen, and Cc: me the notes
And ask Kurt Cobain why, cause I need to know
He stopped when he
and eventually 'we gotta get ova'
I document culture closer to the edge
Bolder than a print, open to interpretation, gazin deep into the glitz?
To my people,
you, yeah
Open your mind
Check it out, tell me what you find
Here to document a situation
The sounds of the Asian dub foundation
Hope and glory
the document, prominent on all continents
Black Star congregates and dominates
Burn through your armor plates
Pipin hot and we not from concentrate
Make
fallout, a world without war.
tune: variant on Pretty Polly Perkin of Paddington Green
Copyright Sing Out
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Just document it well and don't forget to hit record
One hit wonder my ass, what are you talking about
Let them keep bogging trash I'm gonna
Where half the rap ink couldn't hold my pen
Meanin' When Emcees Came, To Live Out The Name
They signed the documents with the, blood of the slain
Far
phobias
Watch a cobra grow hands to hold his own tongue when he notices
All city legity critter, bark with me
All filthy documents, cats piss on their
and arrow waivers documents preaching the rain of which narrow tappers
Hermit crab, honest cat, trying to raise the roof in my own tv room but still get
Held a bird's egg between her breasts
There's reasons for the road, I guess
To document the indigenous,
To paint and sketch
Paint and sketch
I'm
enough to buy
Teachers talk of temperance, allegiance to coincidence
snd documents to recompense your pride
No one calls on you to live, no one calls
All the documents you keep
And the friends that never phone
Spend the winter in a Jeep
And your summer months at home
No love to share
So
NITEVIST WILIGHOS AREUSLEP
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Where half the rap ink couldn't hold my pen
Meanin' when MC's came, to live out the name
They signed the documents with the, blood of the slain
Far
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