Lyrics:
better days.
Then as judgement hour draws nigh,
They make their hasty getaways....
The Great Brain Robbery.
Leaders of united nations,
Speeches
What I read in the was reality
Hell created by students of bestiality
If this is the human race we're all sick
Torture an animal, you think you're
desirable. But nothing surprises me these days. I just sit and watch the box-cars roll by and wait. Patient. Unattended. A package under a terminal bench.
be composing that fly shit
And you notifying Alkaholiks daily
So punk mufucker you better dub bitch
What do you need boy, rap and some my boys are
I lace with overdubs
Now wassup, if by some haphazard
You see me in Rolling Stone or down the rap master
Up in the slot where you used to rock
Your
there
Somewhere else
You'd rise above the rest
Than talking to yourself
Going nowhere
See the day come shining
Right in front of you
Set
by the break truck
All rocks taped up
[Verse 7]
I got a staff of staffs
Airs chipped to pups
Instead of attackin' the nuts when I yell clip up
screwin in the hallway
Ball all day, if I ever fall, it's on my knees to pray
Jesus bless my soul, needin dough I sold a ki of lley
Hopin it won't end
I come across you the raw way
I kick my shit all day
I bust like a pistol, even though I listo
Bad memories, but now I'm makin' G's
I feel like
Gotti!'
Later man! (Dogg Pound Gangsta)
Yeah I hear the West Coast (Summertime) yeah put it down
They call me Roscoe by the way just so you know (Dogg
Said a friend to a friend one day:
Was a man who passed away
St.Peter met him at the gate
Pete said: Walk with me if you will
I'll take you
thrilled
By anything we loved
And everything we killed
But the biggest risk we'll ever take
Will be to stay here in one place
Swearin' gold is struck
(Don't mess with)
Boo-Yaa funkin it up
(Don't mess with)
Boo-Yaa funkin it up
(Don't mess with)
Booooooooo-Yaa!
Yeah
(Yeah)
(Come on)
(Posses better step
on the clock.
So I'm a wrinkly, crinkly, set in my ways.
It's true my body as seen better days.
But give me half a chance and I can still misbehave.
One
My memories of better days still stand in my way because no matter what I say I still play your game.
The frustration of wanting things that you
the way
Working in a factory eight days a week
Try to make dollar, damn what a beat
Cartoon capers happen in reality
Rich man, poor man, living in
won't do it
You ain't gonna do it as an army private or
A captain or lieutenant, no just won't buy it
Listen son you'd better get yourself a plan
He said
will always be merely a dreamer you go by the misleading name of Mr Believer caustic remarks throw you aside distraught with disbelief buried alive oh
First of all
I'm not as down as you
And there is a better way
To walk around these days
I don't believe in cool
I went to summer school
There
Ranzo my boys oh Ranzo Ray
Ranzo you'll rue the day
As the wild goose sails away
As I was walking one evening by the river
Ranzo my boys oh
Up on Scorpion Hill watching life
Passing me by in the pale moonlight
And I sat there forever, three sheets to the wind
It's not helping my case,
Master Jack
You took a colored ribbon from out of the sky
And taught me how to use it as the years went by
To tie up all your problems and make them
(ooh)
We're going in on the vibe
You can tell by the heavy head count inside
Up on the roof its pure bounce over ride
So when I say jump you better
there ain't nothin' better than a little adventure
Just to shore up band morale
At least till the singer does a few too many
Milligrams
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