Lyrics:
chick
'Cause a nigga been up in the forbes list now four in a row
My religion is followed by little kids, college kids
Metalheads, hip hop heads,
Words and music by John Kay
Good evening one and all, this is channel 24
Bringing you the latest news around the world
Down in Florida today,
'cause one who fronts is one who dies
Smoke buddah by the mic, just like a barracuda
Flush the Cru to the ground like Roto Rooter
A fight, a fight,
A thousand yards to nowhere
To no applause, no fanfare
Confronted by my true form
The violent unrelenting storm
Naively I underestimate
This dominant white hot
the
First musical act to appear in a
Talkie film, The Jazz Singer
In 1927 unfortunately it was performed
By Jolson in blackface
(3) Maharanee: The wive
whiskey an Excedrin too
Man I'm stressed out but it's looking
Up and thats a start
Might not be on the radio but this is art
I just wanna get by that's
The wind has stopped
The woods are still
Snowflakes are coming down hard
Like shards of white thunder
My heartbeat is ticking off
The ebb and flow
the earth will be burning
The last white point star is a trap for the master
The doctor is dying
The doctor is dying
The doctor is dying
The doctor is dying
They cuttin' off welfare (all you wanted to be, a soulja like me)
They think crime is risin' now (all you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja)
You got
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
notes reigns supreme
Your thought is basic compared to mine
Domino effect, arts and crafts, paragraphs contain cyanide
Take a free ride on my thought
loose
This is not the wonderland I
pictured in all my dreams, I
I am stuck in a horror film
A nightmare I can't wake up from
There's nothing I can do
One Eyed Jack stands by the wall
He flicks a cigarette onto the floor
But no one else has seen the gasoline
No one else except of course you and me
"In this country a man's home is his castle"
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run 'cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
"In this country a man's home is his castle."
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run - cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
parted
You're in the wrong box?, then, says I
For blast me if they're so hardhearted
"A chalk on the back of your neck
Is all that Jack Catch dares
This ain't chemistry, okay? This is art
Cooking is art and the shit
I cook is the bomb so don't be telling me
The shit you cook is shit, I saw your
as he pleases
Happy birthday, Jesus!
The rent
You're wasting your time
You're broke
And you broke your word, this is absurd
There is one
got these politicians running their game to regain power
While our whole black community sours
Crime rate towers, plagued by white powders
And they
Wooo! There's gonna be a lot of punchin' in this motherfucker
Y'all better be swift with that punch button Jack
Biggie, Biggie
I know how it
Art. What is it? Asking quizzically
What's this? A bottle in front of me
Grinding feeling rougher than the norm
Throw a tape of the quiet storm
drip expensive sweater
She act crazy I can't sweat her
Got some brand new dripping leather
Down from Pittsburgh by the rivers
Like the US Jack the Ripper
wealth to distribute like a picture
In black and white, give it joy, give it, let it hit you
Spoil our existence by extreme gift to population
Father
Looking for keys of the prison cell
To set free Zimmy nabbed by cops
I’m in trouble and dance on the prison floor
Adrenaline comes from suburban side
Art
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