Lyrics:
I went down to old Joe's bar room
On the corner by the square.
Well, the drinks were bein' served as usual,
And this motley crowd was there.
was how she spoke to me: an old confession professing belief – a revelation beyond my grief.
Madness took its time and I’m not That lonesome lad
GridLine Rap Battles harry Truman
Vs godzilla!
Begin
I'm the pinnacle reptile
Call me Monster Zero-One
With the size to back up my rhyme skill
nigga come through shootin' out the Supra like he's James Bond
Call the man the Harry, 'cah they back it and just wave wands
You don't the pain tellin'
It was down in old Joe's barroom, on the corner by the square
Where the drinks were served as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood
some for Harry.
Pass it by.
Beadle:
Nothing works for Harry, dear.
Bye bye.
Pirelli:
I'm just passing by.
Tobias:
Buy Pirelli's
Miracle elixir.
never win
When you're close to me and we are as one
I'll let my heart believe that a new day has begun
And I feel no shame 'cause it's the same old
and being black have her going berserk
On this topic my thoughts be hella sporadic
Extra baggage
To them it don't really matter
By the time I finish this
terminatin' my contract
For wearing those old pair of wack
Reebok low tops covered up by floppy socks
Gave me a jump shot before I got jumped and shot
I just had a talk with God He said don't go back to my old ways
I really miss the way it was back in my old days
Running down to the candy man with
exit the old style, enter's the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
There's Harry, Dick,
First name is still Ed
My middle name is still James
But hold up, wait! Let me pause for the cause
I'm bustin all them suckers that
Be givin up them
A very old friend came by today
Cause he was telling everyone in town
Of the love that he just found
And Marie's the name of his latest flame
are starting to catch my eye
Men my age, poor old darlings, they're worried and their harry
Some of them drink too much, whole lot of them are
and start the business
Fuck the game on missionary I know my mission
Keep my backpack raps that's filled dynamite
I keep that shit on stand by, stand by
troop train lay
In a sidin' through the day
Where the heat would make you bloomin' eyebrows crawl
We shouted, "Harry By"
Till our throats were
Fire Holy Ghost fire
The flame of evangelism must never go out
Fire Get on off the shelf
I can't do it by myself
I need help yaw
Hey I said get
the bank, that's where I stay (yeah, yeah)
Hardest worker in the business, call me James (James Brown)
Set my old-school on some forgis and blew out their
On my Rick James behavior
Life is school for the soul and I'm in life seven already
Life's simple but heavy, incomprehensible shit
Everything from sexy
and Spirit are my help. Impossible by myself
So take the Bible right off your shelf.
Christ alone, He's the only route
Say He is Lord with your mouth. The cup
Glacial thunder, uncover the secrets of old
By the astral seer I will finally be told
Spirits of faith, guide my writhing soul beyond
Drifting through
Nicaragua
Gave birth to MC's, seeds and bank robbers
We drove with pistol whips into world-wide trips
And my dick's been sucked by the finest lips
Stand
pushin flames out the rear (vrooooom)
Me and Randy James been the same since the- aye
Rundberg days puttin shots up at Gus
Cops rollin by now they
boots
Dixie flags, American flags, Slumerican tags on my Slumerican ass
Um, CEO
I've got my name on the bathrobe, and the flame on the back porch is
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