Lyrics:
Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks
dum-da-dum) (yeah, yeah)
Is it that time again already? (Dum, da-da-da-dum, dum-da-dum)
Haha (dum, da-da-da-dum, dum-da-dum) (okay, okay)
Y'all don't look
slobbering all over your pants
And Jesse, your wife has fallen into a trance
She's got eyes that tell no lies
She's seen so many wars
Ah be a good boy Jesse
Use to leave Kung Fu down in Rock n Bloom
Hip Hop (?) not the key belong
Or less then saying unity over the bar
You want the spot when my mic is
By michael mcdonald
Love is the answer to a child
Just as hope is the answer to us all
But it's there at the beginning
That we learn to hope at all
Don't be phony and expect one not to flex
Especially if you rhyme, you have to live by the pen
Your man is your man, then treat him like your friend
And this leaves me awake at night -
I lose sleep over that
Oh, alright, listen BoB once and for all
The Earth looks flat because
1) you're not far enough
further than where the sun is at
A war to keep people from people, how dumb is that?
I guess we shouldn't put our thoughts on the front of hats
I got
Words and music by John Kay and Michael Wilk
Got nothin' more to show ya, there ain't no more to say
You know the mess we made, it just will not go
it or not
Apology not accepted, boy, Detroit is a rock
We get to beefin', ain't no tellin' at what point it'll stop
All I got to do is point
eyes close (eyes close)
Five o'clock with lights off, interview with a vampire
Sleep is for the living and not a utensil that I require
I swear I
I left my anger in a river running highway 5
New hampshire, vermont, bordered by
College farms, hubcaps, and falling rocks
Voices in the woods
and shake, we roll and rock
I gotta set it straight, the block is hot
Something's come over me, I hit unlock
And tell my enemies, "I'll never stop"
No, no,
Microphones on the last stand, the world is in my hands
Basic training's over, time to war
Ayo the rap nigga got a shotgun in his hand
Let off,
gazelles don't lean on my nose
Drivin' by the clubs gleamin' and go
Heads turn it's a freak show
I need them to know When will they learn
Nas need a queen
Consistently hounded by you MC pests
If you really want to learn from me
Don't waste time in burnin' me
'cause ignorance and inexperience does not concern
when they rubbing your chest
Pincher i treat all beef tender
No shook ones around here son
You like Michael Jay Fox when
Them bad boys come
Not Will
I can see blood rocks from all around
The color is always the same
But who is to blame?
Collect them and do not dare to learn
This dry cold ground
We know not what we do
Thy kingdom will be done
By holy wars
The battle is over
But the war still rages on!
(Bridge)
(Chorus)
caretaker, this creator
Servicing purpose to other creators
Rhymers and beat makers
Blessed by the internet
So I'mma start this war of art
Before they rip
And that's so (lame!) Nigga switch up your flow
Your shit is garbage, what you tryin' to kick knowledge? (Fuck outta here)
You niggas gon' learn to respect
see
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right
Still keep talking shit to me punk
'Cause your magazine's over in less than six months
Haha
or sells tickets to a plane crash
He's not somebody that you play around with much
Miss Delilah is his, a Philistine is what she is
She'll do wondrous
see
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right
Still keep talking shit to me punk
'Cause your magazine's over in less than six months
Haha
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