Lyrics:
It's a lovely summer night at the Whetstone Station
Trippin' over words in our drunken conversation
And I don't know where the time goes
It's crazy
Hello?
Yo, who this?
Yo, this-
Yo, what up, man?
Yo, what's up, dude? Who this?
This is the Black Thought
Oh, what's up, G?
What's good? Yo
freedom time
[Rapping]
Yo, there's a war in the mind, over territory
For the dominion
Who will dominate the opinion
Skisms and isms, keepin' us in forms
A million thoughts
In my mind
As time goes by
Where do I find them
A million thoughts
In my mind
As time goes by
Where do I find them
I'm lost in my
Hello?
Yo, who this?
Yo, this-
Yo, what up, man?
Yo, what's up, dude? Who this?
This is the Black Thought
Oh, what's up, G?
What's good? Yo
Idle
SECOND BROTHER: Michael Palin
Scene 1
[wind]
[clop clop]
ARTHUR: Whoa there!
[clop clop]
GUARD #1: Halt! Who goes there?
ARTHUR: It is I,
the pressure
Stay the fuck out of my way (I know my place)
This one goes out to everyone who's lied to my face
My heart is filled with hate
I'm making
Every time I think of you
I know we have to meet
And I just can't get enough
And I just can't get enough
It's getting hotter, it's a burning love
And I
between thing, like
I'm not black, I'm not white (I didn't know that, where, where is, where is the switch?)
I'm kind, you know
Where is the switch?
Masseuse, wedding ring on, loving Celine Dion
Hate rap, told me where she get cake at
She's a part-time dancer, part time romancer
Tries to be a mother
the sayin goes, we slangin hoes
While y'all be payin hoes, we g'd up
And we pushin these pony-ups
And the heat goes where the homie goes
And the homie
and swung
Stick to the core plan, dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you punk?
And here's
Where you from, who you know, what you make and what kind of car you in
Seems as though you lost sight of what's important when depositin'
Them checks
the people say
Fuck AmeriKKKa, still with the triple K
Cause you know when my nine goes buck
It'll bust your head like a watermelon dropped from 12 stories
and goes in waves
Comes and goes,
But always stays
Comes and goes in waves
And tomorrow who knows
Further on just see where it goes
Yeah, sure I am scared
grip pump on my lap at
all times shit.
Niggas be on some black on black crime shit. And I can't let it slide
cause I'm
terrified that I might be
and pullin' hoes
Would have our new Starter jackets filled with bullet holes
(That's how it goes)
And who would have ever thought that when we would rock
by the cases
Not time for these haters I'm chasing this paper (oh oh Mary)
My friends they all got the vapors
Condos in skyscrapers
The only thing
won't find me
Where I am going
I've been down, kicked
Like around six thousand times since I was a kid
As a child, picked on, clowned
Countless
dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
My
the shadows where nobody knows you
There's a stranger who's dying to show you the way
Now entering Metropolis
Creation of a world gone crazy
The alleyway
supposed to go
That right there could be the price of your very soul
Are you the one
Who at first, wasn’t hard believing
Did you know someone
Who went by
me, ain't nobody jealous man
Just, just, just...
I'm just ridin', ridin'...
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat,
Ayo, I got one question for you
I don't care if you're white
I don't care if you're black
(One, two, ooh)
Who's side you on?
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