Lyrics:
walls
His brains I had to paste
Never trust a man
That likes to yap them fuckin lips
Try to get lok and see my ass
Unloading all them clips
I be the kinda
[Part One: fission]
Atom by atom gaining a few
Collapsing and waxing and building anew
Eleven dimensions curled up so tight
Time and space one thing
[Roscoe]
Man Pass that, what
[Chorus : Sleepy Brown]
Cuz' thats they lace (From head to toe)
Got the three will motion (Sick and so low)
Such
Come come come!
Suspicious he moved with vicious caution
Dismisses, he thinks it's a little off
People get held back
By the voice inside them
Yo -
“Cantaloop†by US3 was cool but what came as a shock
Was there’s no mention of my man Herbie Hancock
He needs more props cause the jam he concocked
And most
with beats
My mind speaks, I'm hurt
Still rosy in my cheeks
Why do autumn leaves get to fall in peace
When it's falling down on me?
I keep my hands
with a
Baby in my belly adding up to math
Applying everything I learned
While a dummy kept going on
Tour and get burned see
I got what you want i got
The power to do anything you can imagine is within you
When you discover your real self
By practicing a few simple laws of success
First law of success
ashes beneath the three witch hazels
That you planted in the yard a few years ago in a triangle for us
Where me and the kid were rolling in the grass
'Cause I'm barely getting by on coffee and dumplings
Struck nude, I'm still inside
'Cause I wake three times in the middle of the night
I'm on edge, I'm
dreams do come true
Three, four, see you at the morgue
Five, six, he'll get his fix
Seven, eight, now shake the twisted hand of fate
No!
Now shake
a land of abundance
Where the rain off my roof is sacred and precious
And [now we get to work and be found?] riding horses
And normally with the courage
for everyone
Three thirty round extended clips'll get the job done
Duck, run and hide, hide motherfucker, hide
Should've took heed when they told you
kid that sold you the toll bridge
For three grand flat, how's that for an (oh shit)
Mary Mallon get dough shit, smoking (oh shit)
Where the No King
of gum, and jackerjacks
A can of Coke and a quarter snack
And she'll say "back then you could get so much for a dollar"
And they'll say, "what's
instead
It's late at night we had a fight and I can't sleep
It's not alright
[Chorus]
I've gotta go by your place so we can make up face to face
over on the white hot sand
Here he come with some for me
Freshly taken from banana tree (one, two, three, four)
Banana man me want a ton
Give me
Well hello, hey, top of the morn', bonjour
Bueno Dias, I got the water,
Heres a teabag
Format we need three cups
Plus sugar milk, A few spoons
by three
And if I catch these master's hands
Could I spend my days on a discount revelry
Breathe out, come alive
Give me a reason to feel
you're so fucking hard to reach
Is there a way to get any attention!?
I hate you as many as you are!
You know it's true myself can be the way to see
the hill
I try to get to my girlfriend's house (X3)
fingers do I see? Is it three by now?
Stands on top of the stairs and screams for who? Who cares?
All that matters now is my eyes like Apollo's, become
bugged
I'm surrounded by dope fiends and thugs
but I'm a still maintain my brain frames so...
one love, one life, one mind dreaming
son one day I'm
get tired of your shit and give you my fucking lip?
Yeah I did
Are my unheard objections invalid to you?
[Chorus: x3]
I'll stay on the freeway
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