Lyrics:
Look, if you had, one shot
To sit on your lazy butt, and watch all the TV you ever wanted
Until your brain turned to mush, would you go for it
There was a black swan outside the palace
It was appointed by the king
And people took it as a sign that he needed more time
But you said "I ain't
said, "come over here, hey hey good lookin'
Can I buy you a beer?" It's like Nelly said, "It's gettin' hot in here!"
She said, "I'm headin' out to Vegas
Rough-shod, riding rail-road
Over all the awkward questions
Queen Victoria of Grantham
To give me her blessing
It's written all over me
I'm touched by
bluffin'
Serve you on a platter like Thanksgiving stuffin'
Here's another one for y'all to peep
It's called M-I-K-E on the M-I-C
I met this girl last
I met him in a swamp down in Dagoba
Where it bubbles all the time like a giant carbonated soda
S-O-D-A, soda
I saw the little runt sitting there
more
Nothing's ridin' on it but your pride, that's all you're fighting for
So you fight, scratch, you claw
Backs to wall, no one was there to catch
hospitals
Get with brothas down for the cause givin it all they got
But every brother ain't a brother (word), fuck around and get shot
By these black kings
the time, turn your back into Panthers, we eat a goat
Unbelievable, but the goal is achievable
Y'all ain't the only one gettin' it, boy, we schemin' too
scratch, they sick of me
But hey, what else can I say? I love L.A.
'Cause over and above all, it's just another day
And this one begins where the last one
Growing up, I watched my favorite rappers' interviews
I ain't believe 'em when they said it ain't all what it seems
But now I'm here and realize they were
down for the cause givin' it all they got
But every brother ain't a brother (word), fuck around and get shot
By these black kings that pack gatlings
Check-check-check-check it out
Check-ch-check-check-check it out
Check-ch-check-check-check-check it out
Now, I go by the name of the King Adrock
I don't wear a cup
me a seh (weh y'ah seh?)
Told dem we still roll with the guns
You know, shot by the tons (right away)
See me a seh, you know, badness, we build it
An he can get to the joint
I urinated on the state
While I was kickin' this song
Yeah, he appear to be fair
The cracker over there
He try to keep it
lotion
What's the commotion? Oh my Lord
Another cord chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey, hey, hey, like Fat Albert
It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands
come,
Love's banner all unfurled;
And still their heavenly music floats
Over all the weary world.
Above its sad and lowly plains
Old echoes plaintive
understand why he the man
I'm singin' 'bout a king
They don't like it
When I decide to mike it
Wait I'm waitin' for the date
For the man who demands
Twenty dollars before the weekend's over
So set him up
Then let him fall
Turn him over in your hands
God save the king of New Orleans
Got a ticket
"derealization", hating what you find
That unapparent summer air in early fall
The quiet comprehending of the ending of it all
There it is again, that funny
CHE:
Oh what a circus, oh what a show
Argentina has gone to town
Over the death of an actress called Eva Peron
We've all gone crazy
Mourning all day
self, liberty
Broken into
Pride all over me
Soaring, climbing
Self, god liberty
Broken by ym
Drive to set it free
Fire in my freedom
Hatred in my
the gangsta lean
'Cause I'm the E, I don't slang or bang
I just smoke motherfuckers like it ain't no thang
And all you bitches, you know I'm talkin' to you
All we need is L.O.V.E.
That's the only thing that we need
We need that immediately
That's the only thing that we need
Give me that love love
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