Lyrics:
to the day almost. Released 7th of November '88, Infinite Dreams released 6th of November '89. A bit
strange and all that...
Well look at that! Let's go on, I
Am tryna pop out so fresh on my birthday
My momma told me she gave birth to me
by 10 to 11pm in the night, am right
Young Nigga Fresh could you
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
got my eyes made up at the bus stop by my girlfriend and you know what,
She likes me different she likes me strange in her own way she's just the same
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
to familiar patterns of hate
Patterns draped over this strange face
Just their thirst drains a shallow lake, that's all in a day
Well when those days add up? Is
and toil
Light that wood and burn that oil
Wakes me up in the middle of the night
Ten thousand tons makes an awful cry
When i think i'm gonna lose my
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
a broil
But I ain't fightin' behind no gaddamn oil
Against motherfuckas I don't know
Yo Bush! I ain't your damn hoe
The enemy is right here g, them
so high
Look at the innocent continue to die
Day by day the bombs will drop
What will it take to make it stop
Drones disguised as doves
Reign death
Voice: "Day turns Night" x8
[Aesop Rock]
Night Light suckas..
Put one up shackle me, not clean logic procreation
I did invent the wheel, in
we smoke at a Kottonmouth Kings Show
[D:] You know we do it, did it, doin it again
[D:] I need at least ten tokes for my day to begin
[D:] A big sack
in flight
beyond linear noise correction
--solo(?)
now rearranged into plastic membaranes
tied away so strange by digital forces
trained
that's the slime//
I'll briefly lay u down. oil u up. Massage ur body,
squeeze yo b***y tight just like a tummy tuck.
Say you like, to fantasize but
Like "recession" to "necessary downturn"
"Crude oil" on a beach to "mousse"
"Civilian death" to "collateral damages"
And being killed by your own Army
[Chorus: x4]
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie [Repeat: x8]
Let's Ride [Repeat: x3]
Get High [Repeat: x3]
[Biggie, BizzyBone & KrayzieBone]
Armed
Written by Kevin Tyler Deane (Deane)
Superheroes ain’t real
[But you mean so much to me. But you mean so…]
Don’t lie to me
Don’t lie to me
Don’t
oil ranching;
And when the rain hits the surface it is soil blending;
Verse One:
Hot ten tot tongue;
My words do not sleep, neither slumb;
lengths id go to
The depths i go to
To make a difference in their lives
I hold my standards real high
Can't be in it just to get by
I know it's strange but
And the strange way he does the Freak
He said, "Where I come from it's not called the 'Freak'
It's the Transylvanian Boogie, seven days a week"
I didn't get
Here's the syntax
Vocational criminals move ten stacks
Above pictures of my great grandmother held by tin tacks
Been tax, been taxed, miss minimal
And Greek feta cheese
Won't be poisoned by my enemies
Let's go to the restaurant to be restored
At the table ten minutes
Still being ignored
When finally my
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