Lyrics:
with the hands of a clock
Good can't help but do a little evil
Evil can't help but,
do a little Good.
Who's that singing in the kitchen by the stove?
Charles Avenue
Though I couldn't hear the bells of the streetcars coming
By toeing the track I knew
And if I were an old man returning
With my
Matter of fact, neither do I
Than standing on a corner watching all the girls
Watching all the girls, watching all the girls go by
I'm the cat that
and shit
Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfuckin' carpet get
And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental
I spark and they cells get warm
Okay I was gone for a minute but I'm back now
Sit the fuck back down
Seem like everybody nowadays Hollywood
Oh it's like that now?
I'ma show you
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
For an hour I've missed her
She's trying to find her gold locket.
And your tow-headed brother
Has startled his mother
Trying to swallow his dime.
Do
you've made it
But life goes on, you know it ain't easy
You've just gotta be strong
If you're one of the sixteens
And life goes on, you know, you
guess that I believe because
I believe, I do believe
I believe that dreams come true
If you wish for a dream by a wishing well
Don't tell the wish
I need some mother fucking answers
Somebody's gotta take these chances
I got two demons on me dancin'
Fuck Prince Charles I'm more Charles Manson
I
Bobby Dazzler
He's a Bobby Dazzler, Bobby Dazzler
Everybody knows me in this town
But they don't hang around, I guess it's their bad luck you got me now
miles they rode
Until at length with a frozen word young Charles the silence broke
Such a night as this I never knew my reins I scarce can hold
Young
Hello!
(Here we go!)
No sorry,not tonight
(That was quick!).
Shhh! Yes?
(Jim? Jack? Jeffrey?)
No,it's just that I'm languid.
(Well,how do
A night in television wonderland
Just one more fairytale about some rich bitch
Lying by the swimming pool
It's the golden school
And life is
Spending these lonesome evenings
With nothing to do
But to live in dreams that I make up
All by myself
Dreaming that you're beside me
I
dancin
With a crime record like Charles Manson
AK-47 is the tool
Don't make me act the motherfuckin fool
Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe
I
back, we keepin' it pushing
People scared of change
But you'll find me deep in the cushion
Even when I win, it feel like I'm losing
Listening
Got me sounding like Ray Charles
She said that I can't see shit
Got the Styrofoam cup in my hand
I ain't even double the shit
I just hit the push
The clothes on your back
They do nothing but shred
But you are somebody
Every man is somebody
There`s some good in every man
Give him respect and
Give
One night, a few moons ago
I saw flecks of what could've been lights
But it might just have been you
Passing by unbeknownst to me
Life is
yesterday
I was born in the slums, struggled from day one
Ray Charles vision, blinded by the light from the sun
No navigation, no sense of direction
Don't stop (ay)
You got a Rolex but can't tell the time 'cause you stupid as fuck (let that boy breathe)
Don't fuck around, bitch I do what I love,
Valentino, she is hot as jalapeno
I can do a drive-by listenin' to Bobby Valentino
I can make her ass wiggle, I can get some cash with her
Talkin' 'bout
was a nigga in a 'Rari with a pretty yellow ho
Got my head held up cause I think I'm handsome
But the media portraying me as Charles Manson
And I could
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