Lyrics:
A trick of heredity
A zipcode a last name
A cell deforming a businessman's handshake
His waning ardor needs blood to metastasize
I decide who
With the boom the bat the bam well damn I rip shit
Of the shoreline rappin the land
It's the radical man sailin on a catamaran (Yeah!)
By the seaside
They're slippin' through the holes again
Those fire ants, they bite
They don't make love like we used to
We don't read by candlelight
And I'll
Champagne
Ich schließe Deals mit sieben Stellen vor dem fucking Komma mit 'nem Handshake ab (ah)
Dieses Leben ist ein Battle, es geht Level um Level
Um
boss ??bread??
Nuff said, so you can chill with the muggin.
Made it out the hood, but a nigga still thuggin.
Keep ya handshakes and hugs, you don't know
/ I can tell by your handshake / Don´t need the whole
world / only need what a simple man crave / If I can´t have it I am starting
a rampage and it´s
gold, it's all fool's gold
I was in traffic by a man
reading a book while he drives
he couldn't
stay between the lanes
he couldn't
read between the lines
Too many movers and shakers
There's gonna be an earthquake
Grow a second right hand
Give yourself a handshake
In the parlance of the dying
I wrote
for a hand-out
There've been times we've been quite creative
Writing a song or two high on flakes
Indulging in delusions and with every handshake
my foot in door cuz the door was ajar
The contract read like it was War and Peace
And the print was written fine
He wouldn't give me a handshake til I
lookin' back
I was born and I was raised like that (yeah)
I was raised where a man's words as firm as his handshake
Where everybody cussed the flood
long.
It seems both our lives are moving along.
You got a divorce, while I'm still by myself.
Let me grab you a whiskey from the top of the shelf now,
No
where them pills sitting
I wonder what you did to
Inspire them real writtens
I love that you fight for
Life and you still driven
By the way your music is
parade
I'm thinking about what I miss the most
Bottles back boys and the Holy Ghost
Tobacco fields carved out by red dirt roads
I could lose myself for
I'm sick of handshakes with
Fake ass band guys my friends and I are mad
We're mad all the time
I'm still got my bark
I've still got my bite
I ripped
layings dem songs
This fa all the doubters that aint believe in ya
This fa all the fake handshakes from pretenders
Now that you on they memory gone but I
handshake afraid that we all know
What goes on behind closed doors and that your blood is cold...right?!
Run, hide, avoid the day, a revolution comes
Fight it
the fold out covers
And the crazy illustrations
I got older and bought my own records
By thirteen I had three crates collected, huh
And that's my pride, no
using logic
Rubber bands break, fly the plane
Another landscape
Can tell you're pussy by your handshake
Clammy color of the Porsche Banane
Off your
what love is
Love is a handshake
Saying stranger welcome in
Love is a carnival
So let the fun begin
Love is a rainbow
All the colours of the wind
Thats
of good intent
Who's content to be
Master of the house, doling out the charm
Ready with a handshake and an open palm
Tells a saucy tale, makes
And the city folk with their '
Picket fences and cups of tea
That revolving door, handshake with a cure
All is dead and I can barely breathe
All I wanted
Got a big plan, this mindset maybe its right
At the right place and right time, maybe tonight
And the whisper or handshake sending a sign
Wanna
Got a big plan, this mindset maybe it's right
At the right place and right time, maybe tonight
And the whisper or handshake sending a sign
Wanna make
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