Lyrics:
gon' turn man to a hater
Duk told you, you ain't chopping up no more squares
And then he brought you in the circle just so you fly straighter
On mums
is nigh
Baltic tides of conquerors' lust
Wash up on shores of fear and rust
In Curse's Angel they place their trust
Hacking, chopping, singing their
to die
Now won't you say, say, say
That you love me
And knock 'em back, chopping up that night
And won't you say, say, say
You still want me
You
I'll float away
Down the Forth, into the sea
I'll steer myself
Through chopping waves
As manic gulls
Scream "It's okay"
Take your life
Give it
or shotting
I feed my kids they should call me Mary Poppins
Swag so sharp, my brother Mark was chopping
(Aah) ay
(Aah) ay
Yeah I got an attitude
the godman
Teach dem the truth of Kemet, which is the black land
Empress Menen personify me at an'
The mic inna me hand is like a axe to a logman
Chopping
The love Ode'min
Is not gone away
Like the cat that you took
On Family Day
So called healers
Chopping off
The circles head
The traditional
Running up your gums, you ain't worthy, it's too fake
Here chopping riddims up with Whyjay, gotta whip a new tape
Blocking women out my life, I ain't got
Think that they brought them democracy?
I think they brought back them poppy seeds
My people locked up for chopping
That's hypocrisy
We wasn't thought
You used to run like a river in a flood
Out chopping down on your idols
Now there's a cynic dripping in your blood
In the ashes of rock and roll
the snapple
The snap, the crackle of the vinyl
Sweet onto repeat
Chris is chopping a beat
Flipping these verses like the burgers on the grill at Bodean's
chopping rocks for cheap to keep your whole ass stuck
And the days is a fucking maze through the smokescreens
I'm amazed how we never gave, blowing smoke
a muck like they won't chew fenders or try to boot leg us
Chopping at the wind with a hymn
For the folks that have held our ground
Everybody rocking
Grandma's singing in the bedroom
It's a near forgotten lullaby
She used to sing when I wasn't well
Father's outside chopping firewood
Like he did
the deputy
And he definitely does not went to rock the boats
So we work hard chopping bloat and forget we plead
Bring out the marching band
Let 'em play
will be spared
Lift the blade, decapitated
Maul their bodies, mutilate
Soldiers turn to beast, unleash inhuman urges
Revel in frsh meat, chopping limbs
'round the bend
And I could sure use the help if you got time to land,
Catching chickens, chopping their head off, locking them up'
All right, run
the plot thickens.
Take account of what you did.
No not quicken.
Put a sock in it
If you not spitting.
Pendulum is like a guillotine
Chopping shit.
I
to murder your life
Chopping you up you fagget
And droppin' you in a garbage bag
Off of a bridge
Had every ligament frozen in the fridge
Its cheap
own damn country
They're chopping down all the trees
Don't they know if they chop them down
There won't be anything to see
Don't they know if they chop
her house
She was gardening in the dark
Singing to the green beans and the beets
She was wearing her high heels
Chopping the high weeds
Dealing out
me, you and Lou Dog in ATL chopping it up
Bout me and YG squashing our beef
Wanted us to talk it out before niggas lose lives
Fuck off bread or make
to write like I was ambidextrous (yeah)
And if my music's declined. how come my fans accepted?(yo)
Chopping up with blunt papes, rocking with a verse
chopping up this chronic for days
The shit you got is okay, but dog it's not all the same
'Cause I'm a kush critic, I push that good spinach
You can smell
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