Lyrics:
A child collapsed to the floor of the station
He gasped and writhed around on the ground
His mother donned her cap
Took his head into her lap
And she
"My voice is like... my voice when I wake up is like, "Hey, I work in the radio station - Welcome to Madrid Station Radio.""
And we back again,
the doom no vaudeville and I'm number one villain the finest
There ain't no smoke in the air and I smoke on a blunt just to be changing the climate
I fuck
back slapped with a back hand
Black man, black hand side
Anti everything since Yams died
In dodge van by NY
No who, what, where, why, when
I got
York to Saint Louis, and Chicago by the way
From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall
But no change is to be taken on the Wabash
Oh no
Seems like I'm flooded by the light
The gates are guarded up in heaven
by two archangels and a tiger
My father's standing at the station
I move by my doly
How you a gangsta you speakin to police
Runnin off on em if that nigga owe me
Smokin on woods I ain't drinkin no 40s
Remember them
Wishful, oh to drift
From station to station by feet
The stronger the wings
The weightless the knees
And your bird can sing
Maybe I'm a fool
Dressing in
vision fly by helicopters in the night
Attempt triangulation of our station in the fight
Straight from the bass the deep down low precision
High crime
Show some respect on this deck for the dear departed,
Gather ye's round let's be bound by the work we started,
Save all your strength for
been no crystal stair, dawg)
Still tryna keep composure
rollin' past the gas station where he owe niggas (I need some money)
Fuckin' with that parlay
the house by Chuck D's side
Chuck got the flavor, Flav don't hide
P.E. crazy, crazy P.E., makin' crazy Louie's for the shoppin' spree
Ya eatin' dirt 'cause
for
No more running away
Get off the bus at The Tower Station
At Spinning Jenny's y'know I will be waiting for you
Some of you get saved by Jesus
Some
But he's talking about, "I wanna see you deceased"
No doubt, to live and die in LA
California, what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place
and jest
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and family
I was no more than a boy
In the company
Well, I was driving down the freeway
When my car ran out of gas
Pulled over to the station
But I was afraid to ask
The servicemen were yellow
But he's talkin' about, "I wanna see you deceased"
No doubt, to live and die in LA
California, what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place
and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company
roses
Make promises by the hour
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her
In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk
"It ain't my fault
It's six 'o'clock in the morning"
He said
As he came up out of the night
When he found I had no coins to bum,
He began
jest, till a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
Well I left my home and family I was no more than a boy
In the company
Well, I was driving down the freeway
When my car ran out of gas
Pulled over to the station
But I was afraid to ask
The servicemen were yellow
can't take this torture no more, I can't
I can't watch this
Pay the bills, station break
Break it down!
Operators are standing by-cubic zirconium
without hiding my heart
Guided by blindness
Defined by the art
I've been starved star gazing
T.V my space station
Mind racing
Realign the pacing
Redesign
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