Lyrics:
under the influence
My angels, my angels are tired
Surrounded by this grief, it finally took its toll
Play strings for the dramatic ending of that wack
to a go-kart
These young punks, they think they're so smart
I might be old, but I'm the sickest fuckin' old fart
I'm so much better, you can blame it
Ohhhh... Block Out!
There's really something crazy happenin'
All across this land
A feeling of toleration
To what we can stand
Everyday we
proven, shit
‘Cause like a orbit, gotta keep that shit moving
Took some loses, who got the time to be losing?
The city up one
Beat around the bush all this
or leave it
You think of the price tag, revolution will see it
Comin around the corner and it can't be stopped
It's the big bad Mexican with the glock cocked
Let's go baby where the action is
Let's go baby where the action is
they say the sweetest victory
is in defeat
and you can fool the whole world
Let's go baby where the action is
Let's go baby where the action is
they say the sweetest victory
is in defeat
and you can fool the whole world
Why must you say those things? What are you thinking?
Keep your feelings inside, wait 'til no one's around
I can see this is no good, all you talk
Disrupt and keep dividing
The government is lying
I'm not gonna be a fallacy of this society
Turn off your TV station
That's not real information
my bottle, filled up high with gasoline
You can tell by the night fires where Rael has been, has been
As I cuddled the porcupine
He said I had
friendship is fake, you can't use me no more (no more)
I cut niggas off, that what the two-seater for
War, like you ain't seen that hundred shot by the door
of a film
I seen her before, hope we can handle it for real
The earth shook when we came together
When she put the biggest timing on my Panjabi track
That was
Doing what i'm doing
'cause there's this
One chick i'm thinkin of pursuing (Damn she's bad)
I can tell by her smile that she's thinkin the same
By three a.m. all the morning birds will be crying and that old highway will be sighing and my dreams feel as cold as my bones on the long walk home
Or worthless conventions
I throw over regimes by force
I'll butcher world leaders
With arms that they feed us
And no one can stop this man's war
I'll
know if I tell you a secret, will you keep it?
I will never be the same
I bit the fucking apple, I'm surrounded by some snakes (Corpse)
Fight,
Staring at her, can't help it
Thinking 'bout her 'cause
Oh my God, she's beautiful
I can't believe she's mine, yeah
I only wanna be with
Her
Braintax:
You know it's truthful when you hear me
Real name J Christie, born '73
Deep down I'm probably just like you
Deep down you're probably just
Staring at her, can't help it
Thinking 'bout her 'cause
Oh my God, she's beautiful
I can't believe she's mine, yeah
I only wanna be with
Her
Ms big-Booty With The-Spandex
Yes, what it do, where your man at?
I'm trynna converse
Most likely to be the first
Nigga to spit this much game
Til
I looked her in the eyes and said is this what it's become
My niggas they'll ride, so if you're still troubling mum
By the time that we arrive I'll
the sweat off his brow and then he said
This boys way off the charts as far as I can tell
Ooohhh bbbb momma's he's a double X-L
By the second grade I was
a crumpled up piece of paper lying here
I remember it all, all, all too well
Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
I'd like to be my old self
snatchin' snats up out the field
Indoor, outdoor, don't know, nigga, how to tattletale
Niggas be so broke, they couldn't tell you if your diamonds real
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