Lyrics:
back and forth all day like a game of Red Rover
I'll even give you the beat when I'm done since you're so fuckin' fond of my leftovers
Look at this
cotton so soft I don't care about the cost so long as kids hands ain't the cause
See we've created a monster a beast to be vanquished but the same machine
Lyrically I murder you quicker
Than Lamborghini drive-bys
Who knew one man could handle
More beef than five guys
I’m a motherfucking lyricist
Bitches
nine on jam
I'm a rider you can't take it out of me man
I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam
I will fire and drop a hater rite where he
to
Be secretly hidden in glass casings and
Submerged in the fry vats of
Every kebab machine in the UKand
The very-out-of-print first Raincoats LP
The NME
And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K's and hand grenades
Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin'
Now I'm ballin', don't plan
flowing o'er her neck
a soft embrace, her face, her freckles crashing on the deck
never one to let a danger pass you by, now is your chance
never one
Yo Eve, where you at man
I'm tires of talkin' to this answering machine shit
I seen you earlier
But you know you was with them Ruff Ryder niggas
the diving board
[Pre-Chorus]
Down by the swimming pool
Putting bills in the soda machine
Underneath the palm trees
Lighting up the pinball
Video screen with
to find a fitting mate;
A petticoated pard to cheer his solitary life,
A woman with soft, soothing ways, a confidant, a wife.
And while he cooked his
Take a pinch of white man
Wrap him up in black skin
Add a touch of blue blood
And a little bitty bit of red indian boy
Oh like a curly latin kinkies
It's a hard life living in your head
All the soft ones switching over bread
Chillin in the club with my eyes red
I won't give a fuck till the day I'm
Stuck here in this traffic jam
Red tail lights all I see
Dreaming of some soft white sand
At a cabana by the sea
Cabana
Cabana by the sea
Cabana
out like air high dust
Cages steel your razor morphs
Your me feeds your black window's words
Warlike self destructive plots
Happiness by glamour forms
We are the mean green machine
We are the mighty green machine
We are the boys from the Linwood Keas
Yeah, Yeah We always winning
Yeah, Yeah We always
of the basement
In order to anticipate the
Rain water moving in
Drip by drip by drip by drip by...
As the volumes change hands
And the water forms
Into
out of ten, all you men, en all you zen, en that's fine
Meanwhile, your machine's some point ten out of nine, right. (God damn!)
This bitch got
afraid at our snarls
Thank God we didn't get beat by the Red Hot Karls
I care about culture of my squad
But after praccy I'm a really need to stretch my
Well, there was this movie I seen one time
About a man riding 'cross the desert and it starred Gregory Peck
He was shot down by a hungry kid trying
The language of machines
Mesmerised by a decade of faith
Flowers and remorse
A fading vision lost in time
Tragedy on course
Synthetic conspiracy
The language of machines
Mesmerised by a decade of faith
Flowers and remorse
A fading vision lost in time
Tragedy on course
Synthetic conspiracy
the garden
I'm plantin' a forest
Red as the ants in the army
Your bitch gon' get F'd like a test
She got class in the morning
Moonwalk, let the jewels
In seventy-six the sky was red
thunder rumbling overhead
Bad King George couldn't sleep in his bed
And on that stormy morn, Ol' Uncle Sam was
large and toke us
Whatever is left will be eaten alive by the locusts
Hear me not, believe me later
You can feel the animosity through this Irwin Vega
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