Lyrics:
Woke up this morning looking at the screen
There's a couple of men talking
I'm not sure what they mean
There's a conversation many men running
look back on the good times we've shared
Which means ...
[Chorus] (substituting "blame her" for "blame
Them", sung only by Che)
(Eva:)
There is
of brother—why bother?
Mic on Halloween, I mean, I'm clearly a monster
We gathered here today so that I could dearly depart ya
Math, bars better than Willy
dusk is when the little men melt into the mountains... melt
into the mountains... melt into the mountains
Taking the lord's name in vain
Cos
monsters walk all night
With they crack pipes tryna get right
Midnight we shoot dice
The whole house smelling like cooked crack
You beat me, and you talk
of bricks
Cause he bout to turn them little twigs to shit
He's a
Dirty money
Power hungry
Star making monster baby
He sure looked fine to me
He's a
Dirty
getting paid
To walk on the wild side
Welcome to our life
Come take a little walk with me through my neighbourhood
And come spend a day in my trap
getting paid
To walk on the wild side
Welcome to our life
Come take a little walk with me through my neighbourhood
And come spend a day in my trap
mind
If you find a little time, to talk, to walk
You will find a bored yet scored light inside
A smile so wild you might slide
Against your friend till
Turn this shit way up
Yeah
Yeah I'm a monster, I'm a fucking monster
Yeah I got the game on lock I'm a monster
Ain't nobody gonna stop me I'm
lover
And while he'll talk I would sit and cry
But I am not some little sparrow
I have no wings nor can I fly
So I'll sit down here in grief
they're stung by the rapping ranger
Had a little talk with my medicine man
He said, "Get them squaws, fast as you can"
To all you girls, that want
.
Bagging up while I'm racking hits by the minute, im sick with the lyrics, so you best be backin' up
Chatta with a little more flex, doesnt matta cos when I
for you as well
Blow in the face of my rivals
I swear and I rant, I make quite an arrival
The men are surprised by the language
They act so
To play by the rules that uncultured men adore
Yes I have voodoo dolls and shrunken heads
Reanimated limbs from the living dead
And gore-stained sheets
at night
Cover my mouth and tell me not to talk
Those things you did to me weren't right
But I'm gonna slay my monster tonight
(I'm gonna slay my monster
The hopeless young men of Gaza
For whom peace is a forgotten dream
The unwanted detritus of warfare
Swept away by a monstrous regime
On a hillside above East
with the school tramps
And mama's gettin mad
Cause now she gotta watch her little girl grow up fast
Straight ghetto life, straight ghetto
through the hood
Just stopped by to say what's up
And let you know
Your baby boy ain't doing so tough
And even though you passed
Going on four long
instant
Out there
Strolling by the Seine
Taste a morning out there
Like ordinary men
Who freely walk about there
Just one day and then
I swear I'll
don't bone out
I want to see what these black men are all about
'Cause if it's my time, I'm just short
If not, I'm plugging they Super Sport
First
ya
Them niggas'll kill, for real
One for the money, nothin' after that shit
I'm gettin' foreign money, money talks with an accent
Life is a maze,
by monstrous beings
Who look like men or other strange seeings
What awaits you is not always men
For those monsters are the women"
green, I don't bone out
I want to see what these black men are all about
'Cause if it's my time, I'm just short
If not, I'm plugging they Super Sport
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