Lyrics:
back to Massachusetts
Take me back to Cape Cod
It's them doggone big ol' city buildings
I'm ridin' to escape from
Ridin' to a small town
Ridin'
I had a big surprise today while in a ten cent photo play, I
Really saw my old home town way down in Dixieland It was
Simply grand, just to sit
featuring Cage
Ah ladies and gentlemen, you're smut peddlers again
We're going back to our roots
We are porn again..
[Cage]
families
War, I'm not a great big fan of it
War, is something that is scandalous
Oh no, oh no
War, is comin' by air, land and sea
War, is man's insanity
Bigger house, 10,000 dollar purse fam
She let you in, she wanted rent by the 1st man
She the ring leader in a clique of birds
And they shadowy, like
Down at the quarry where the big birds fly
The sweet perfume of the great by and by
I keep my nickels and dimes
I hold your hand in mine
I can show
I expect it all to go today
Something big is finally giving way
Do the birds portend a quake
What do they intend to take
And could this be
the least
I'm just praying that my folks get some peace
Cause they deserve it
Our roots deep, you see the trees and where the birds at
Green thumbs running my
HaYashan Yitchadesh
Music and English Lyrics by Beth Schafer Novermber, 2017
Hebrew text by Rabbi Abraham Isaac Kook
Beth Schafer: acoustic
Somebody got a gun to my head when I talk
Yo big bird go ahead and squawk
Young vandal flew right over my bike handles
You got this you no novice
Woken up
don't wait just go
Watch the friends you keep birds of a feather they flock together
Just know I'm yo truest friends we in this here forever
And ever
your pole
'Til a bitch fall asleep
Long as you don't break the code
You could be my lil' freak
Hit 'em with the voodoo
Grab a bitch by the roots
Thank you Tymonie
Closed mouths don't get fed but yo lips too loose
Off wit'cho head it's too big for the noose
Y'all think I'm rapping that sweet
gon mix that
Crossing everybody like it's tic tac toe
Take me to the line to shoot a free throw
WWE Big Show
972 officially a go
I'm a family man so it
Big ass bomb on a bird
Thats a pavlo
Napeolon
Dynamite
Vote for pedro
Big bang attack
I came with a mac
And a 9 by my side
I was destined to ride
While
J Bird On The Beat
Hit that gas and get big vibes (Hit that gas)
They wondering if I’m doing good I’m well like a ribeye
I’m in this crib cooling I’m
the gray beard
Transporting for him
Rocking Nike Air, Rastafarian bird
Piping that switchin Benzes
Ten carat nigga with gold lenses
Fronting like he's
Blood on the wall, death in the air
Birds on the ground, pistols everywhere
Devils in the eyes, babies always cry
Papa never home, fuck it we all alone
When you understand the concept, then you'll know; "wow
I gotta listen to this song again!"
Uhhehe
Hunned pair a Jordans but they still live by their
gettin' bad, they don't feel the same
Got a lil' bitch, make her money dance
When you gettin' money, then you can't complain
All this white powder like
eyes on gangsters
With hot gaping spaces
Hands full of aces, pockets on swole
Glassy-eyed aiming from my own grassy knoll
Leave JFK’s head just a big
clear
But from when I was 2020 my mother weren't in arrears
Big S class, leather chairs, I'm in the rear
Driver don't stop at all, but Buju blares
Uh, uhh, yeah, what?
L-O-T-U-G, uhh, yeah
Yeah, uh, uh
From the Q to New Jeru, yeah
Uh, hip-hop
Kid Called Roots
Who am I?
I am a Lord
a whole new season to binge watch
It's Racism 2.0, the sequel
A grass-roots, Kickstarter funded through Reboot
So, Racism has got a dope marketing team
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