Lyrics:
breed, leaders, stand up, organize
We live in a world overrun by tourists
Tourists, eighty-nine flowers on their back
Inventors of the accu-jack
They
the chevy nova crank
The cyborg goal with the main course meal
Still switching up the triple card high bar
Chuck English on the swish
No blingage on wrist
Un, deux, trois (uh ah, turn it up a little bit more)
Bang, bang, bang
Feathers, I'm plucking feathers
One by one, by one
No more skylarking,
new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk fagot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fucking
wish you were out here instead
It isn't the mice in the wall
It isn't the wind in the well
Every night they march out of that hole in the wall
gets hard some times
But don't you give up its going to be better times if you believe just believe
There's no tellin' what you receive
If in proof
Paulie Ann, come here sugar.
Said you know I been laying here, watching that sun come up
And I believe this is the first time I've seen the sun come up
roll up in your nest and, sink one in your chest and
You'se gone, up outta here for good
Y'all be bobbin back and forth to let me know you
it won't be home to you
Your uncle Henry lived in Moscow
Your aunt Ludmilla lived there too
Irina grew up in Wisconsin
I'm leaving at the rising
when I say his name in vain
Fuck it, ill say what I wanna say
Enslaved by this modern day misery
Corrupted leaders
False preachers
Both dealing lies,
Anybody seen the popo's?
Anybody seen the popo's? Let 'em know
When I'm rollin' in the low low
You can't **** with the smoke bowl
Anybody seen
groun'
She a blow like referee soun'
Uefa first roun'
She a scream out seh she just foun'
Buss it up, buss it up, buss it up!
Guns in your waist don't
of the English word so
Listen to the verse that she hath prosed for me
These people aren't stupid
This minority niche is only performative
Exclusive for
Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins (oh)
From the home of the 'caine, jackin' and crackin' brains
Broadcastin' live
my mind is lame
I'm in the astral plane and I'll never be the same
Never, never... never
Beware my friends as you pass by
As you are now so
Here's another lie to fill up your heart
If that don't wreck your brain
Wait a minute, there's another love coming
(Oh...)
Hey...
Red rover, red
(He who makes a beast out of himself)
(Gets rid of the pain of being a man)
Caught here in a fiery blaze, won't lose my will to stay
I tried
Jada talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't know know
Bubba talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't know know know
Jada
like cleats
Run up in your crib, wrap you up in your Polo sheets
Six up in your wig piece, nigga decease
MWA, may you rest in peace
With my Sycamore
hand
Went up in Eastland and shot a policeman
Fuck a peace plan, if a citizen bystands
The shit is in my hands, here's yo' life span
And for what yo'
the blood of innocents
The human greed will be their own destruction
The apes in their cages surrounded by thorns
That are forcing us to live here
I feel
of the uninventive
But at protect and exalt we keep up in it till its finished
Meet us there
We throwing cocktails at the Führer
Blackness is abstracted
How could I keep my composure
When all sorts of thoughts fought for exposure?
Release, then veins in the brains increase
When I let off, make
Remember that lick we had hit (yup)
Broke in and we found the stash (okay)
20K right by the stand (20k)
Wrapped up in a brown paper bag (ah)
That wasn't
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