Lyrics:
yourselves find blessing.
Hark the Herald Angels Sing
Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o'er the plains
And the mountains in reply
Echo back
I will show you crazy, I'm a maniac
No more final warning, I'm not holding back
I ain't going nowhere, let the roof cave in
'Bout to blow up
In the east and in the west
Every bird will seek its' nest
Everyone will seek its' home
Home is where the heart goes
And the moon will rise
Arenas (hey) Subpoenas(Hey) Houses (Hey) Cars(hey)
Everybody wants to be a roxstar
10,000 Maniacs singing my songs
Got that Widespread Panic cuz we ain't
Arenas (hey) Subpoenas(Hey) Houses (Hey) Cars(hey)
Everybody wants to be a roxstar
10,000 Maniacs singing my songs
Got that Widespread Panic cuz we ain't
to all the DJ's back in the day
Who used to let me smoke they microphones, ya know what I mean?
Big up to DJ Maniac, DJ Teddy Tuff, and DJ Cool Breeze
Eastwood
So I figure niggas wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherfuckin' county jail
6 months on my
the universe inah Balance
Around the moon Solar Flares Still dance
I Sight 10,000 angels inAH A FULL attendance ,
Selassie shall be there in his Omnipresents
climbs up to 10000 feet
You know that these puppies won't deliver themselves
My aunt Rosie's out running the country inn all by herself
Might as well chip
Apollo Control, Houston, 2 minutes 50 seconds from time of L.O.S. Now
Our distance away from the Moon 460 nautical miles, velocity 7417 feet per
hear voices in my head for what reason
But when the talking stops (pow) it's drive by season
So back the fuck off and give me respect
Now they're
ball, money tall, Paul Bunyan
Real nigga shit, pussy niggas gon hate
Pound of the kush call that bitch pound cake
I hit it from the back
And make that
pimpin' like a muhfucka
Now where ya ho at?
Wipe ya feet on the doormat
I'm a bring the N.O. back like a nigga with no bat
I'ma go forward, the top can
as we could fit
A cooler in the back packed down with lunar light
When they put us on the 5 o'clock news that day
Ask us if there's anything we
to the crib, my shawty start tweakin'
Right by the fire, Frank, throw the mink in
Came with the Lynch Mob, Coke Wave squad
Aim for the moon, got the Wraith
The fox went out to the chase one night
Prayed to the moon to give him light
He had many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o
SyCo
God of war
Play station
Spartan kick it
Leave craters on the F in Flaw
Try it with 300 then come back with a patch and 10000 more
This is just
nympho-maniac
Bring it back, now shake it up
Put it on the table, now break it up
Give it to me, now put a lighter on the end of it
It really don't matter
that, bring that cheddar back
If not hear the baretta clap
Your fault you shoulda measured that
Bad white bitch guess where I met her at
By the bar by
The days gone by
And we'll walk the beaches
With the way the island teaches
Oh'o Westward Wind
To feel it myself and given the time
I spend with you
Look at me
I gave you something to see
I'll speak free
You got something I need
I tell my pride
Take a seat in the back
But there's an ego inside
M-O-N-O-X-I-D-E, when a disaster strikes, it looks just like me
A wild germ set loose, I'm abused by most
I'm a plague that will wipe out most of the east coast
burned back in broad day
Off by the hill, Hillside gettin' payed
Still sell work at the 5 stair
Post up at Valero with them grams round the way
Reptile sex
I have done this
I have done that
Pushed across a battlefield
Like a pawn by a maniac
And mostly by myself
I hunted high
I hunted low
Always in
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