Lyrics:
tellin you, ya know?)
Aiyyo
Never in a million years I'll imagine I'll get my thrills
By listening to squeals of PJ wheels
As we land I duck down, I
mainstream like a hungry hip-hop-potamus, yeah
You ain't a great white guy, you just a great white lie
With great ties to what seems to be a great white guy
by the hundreds everywhere I went.
I must've brought rest to the restless, fed the hungry too,
I must've done something great to get to have you.
When
are too soft
Don't remind me of Dylan or Marley
But regardless, they're two Bob
Was a young gun, but we're still on, Lewi White
Been here so long,
the den
Surrounded by these hungry lions
Looking in the jaws of death
We reach for saving hands
No help will come from men
The Lord is coming
Well
kidnapped by this cracker white boy
And hoped I'd get back
They dreamin' 'bout millions, hopin' I'd get that (teleport)
Now I'm twenty-eight, at the Garden
the great divide, and a white man stiff and still,
Lying there by his lonesome self, and I figured it must be Bill.
So I thought of the contract I'd made
In the dark night a giant slumbered untouched for centuries
'til awakened by a white man's cry: "This is the Eden I was to find."
There were
windows tinted
I drive by piggies when I'm in it 'cause it feels amazin'
The irony is I stopped eatin' bacon
Don't get it twisted, nigga, I'm still
Mmm-hmm, mmm
Lord, Lordy, Lordy
Standing here on my own side
Waitin' for the floor
Your world's movin' fast
But still ends up a bore
Come on,
Mmm-hmm, mmm
Lord, Lordy, Lordy
Standing here on my own side
Waitin' for the floor
Your world's movin' fast
But still ends up a bore
Come on,
white shark
Pursing lips of hungry bloodlust
Cause then you'll see that she
Drinks in the morning
Til the sun goes down
Everybody murder party
Tell
forty-nine minutes
Eagle, you're looking great, altitude still looking very good
Altitude one-hundred thousand
Altitude forty thousand
Now thirty-three
home first I guess and then Bob and then Tommy and then Dan
By then dad's hair was turning white and I sort of had to be mama's little man
But you
home first I guess and then Bob and then Tommy and then Dan
By then dad's hair was turning white and I sort of had to be mama's little man
But you
(In the western sky)
(My kingdom come)
So still so dark all over Europe
And I ride down the highway 101
By the side of the ocean headed for
the city is plunged into darkness
By an unpredicted rolling blackout
The White House always blames the governor
Sayin' 'The solution is to vote him out'"
the city is plunged into darkness
By an unpredicted rolling blackout
The White House always blames the governor
Sayin' 'The solution is to vote him out'"
bitches handy
White girl on the table, let 'em sniff the nose candy
When I'm walkin' by, the women sayin', "Who is that nigga?"
I replied, "Hi, I am
a mask of white
To hide his cruel face from sight
Each one sucked a hungry breath
Out of the empty lungs of death
And I said "Sister! Sister! I need
You
to smile
`Cause you know that I'm about to servin'
Christmas dinner country style
Christmas dinner country style
Everybody's sittin' by your head
A couple of years back I come across a great and wasted friend of mine in the hallway of a recording studio. And while he was reciting some poetry
crates up
I'm still hungry and I'm back with a tapeworm
And we're what's happening in rap entertainment
Me and Shady, far as competition, faggot, there
And ninety second segments officially produced
And aired again, and again, and again
By the little black and white pawns of the network yes men
Well
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