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just pawns in the scheme of things
No what our race or creed
Survivors of this holocaust
We international refugees
We no want no weapons of mass
Who talked about a meteor
That crashed on a hill in the south of Peru
And was found by a conquistador
Who took it to the emperor
And he passed it
satisfaction
Those of you lackin, we will put you back in your slime
So you can think and get a grip of
Yourself by yourself, and then you'll get a sip of
A gift
spent a year suspended in air
My mind on the gap, my head on the stairs
From healers to dealers and then back again
From guru to voodoo and voodoo
spent a year suspended in air
My mind on the gap, my head on the stairs
From healers to dealers and then back again
From guru to voodoo and voodoo
to be clever
Nevertheless, cleverness can't impress
'Cause now you've been expose like a person undressed
And I see through you, 'cause I'm the Guru
on my skin
People-vultures waiting by my stage
Wild dogs escaping from their cage
People-vultures
God approaches
Final hearing
What else have I
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Fatty girl, fatty girl
Fatty girl
Uh uh hot fire hot
(Step up and
Represent player)
International baller baby
Heeshy
Young birds in the Coupe
in 1964
Try to grab it away
I'll still be right here
Right here by your side
International
(repeat, along with 1 or 2 other lines in the background,
All that treasure in yo life
X marks the strife
Damn that shit trife
Don’t get washed out by the rain
That’s all i gotta say
Yea
It’s some gold in
names
Controversially many times He came
Jesus, Allah, Buddha, Krishna
In essence God is one
He came as father, guru, devotee and a son
Worshipped by
lat i rap zginął z Big L'em
Te słowa nie opiszą, tu życia sztuki bro
Gdzie by był flow, gdyby nie "Put It On"
Oddałbym wszystkie wersy za jeden Magika
at home
I got money-loads by the barrels
I even got a few fans that's crazy like DeNiro
I'm international money-maker, player hater
Shake up for
yourself at home
I got money-loads by the barrels
I even got a few fans that's crazy like DeNiro
I'm international money-maker, player hater
Shake up
at home
I got money-loads by the barrels
I even got a few fans that's crazy like DeNiro
I'm international money-maker, player hater
Shake up for
to me it's a blue car
So Branson pass me a jar
Cause these cats done went too far
One phone call send two cars
And still get searched by security
We're living in a joke time, metaphorical coke time
Commerce and guru men, run the whole world man
Old drunken debauchery, old world brutality
Cold
International yeah yeah
You already know
I say I remember
Back when we dey for ghetto
I say little did we know oh
The studio go make man blow
(Make
all around that place
International cooperation up in the sky
Everybody listen and look as the I.S.S. flies by
As the I.S.S. flies by
There's a band,
a run
I hold up to her word and still hoping on God ohhh lord street never swallowed us
many times we risk our lungs by Arizona loud or skunk
still
poverty a run
I hold up to her word
And still hoping on God
Ohh lord street never swallowed us
Many times we risk our lungs
By Arizona loud or skunk
Sill
by me, precisely
Roman numeral I be
Plus three describe me
My son move like the toad
Get drunk
Speak in codes
Throw a fiend in the sleeper hold
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