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of the chatter, climb up to the window, look at her
Then climb in slow to shatter her brain matter and batter her
With a bat, a matter of fact that will splatter
sun comes up
And puts an end to this long night,
More than anything, I wish you were here.
Lying by my side, holding me near,
Listening to the rain,
fool
Hog-flesh MC, go play in the mud
Another 20th century, modern day
Cannibal, humanoid, underground
Chud broke loose from the goddamn
Dope-fiend
walk over your grave
Think that there's no other way to live your life free of the blame
Of plastic boxes made by slaves in foreign countries owned by
gather up your crewm (crew)
We goin' on a mission
Provided by the who (who)
The three amigos, doin' our way like Carlito's
I'm seein' Señoritas
Send
here we go
Heavy is the neck that wears the chain
Grippin' the grain, tryna maintain
Feelin' this weed through the blood to my brain
Writin' these
gather up your crewm (crew)
We goin' on a mission
Provided by the who (who)
The three amigos, doin' our way like Carlito's
I'm seein' Señoritas
Send
shit
Pray to God they knock you out your shoes type shit (type shit)
Pop it, pop it, right up out the blue, type shit
Put the Double O in a mood
Ah the blues
The ball and chain that is 'round every English musician's leg
In fact every musician's leg
Tryin' to kick it off baby?
No no.
chains
Keep paying off that debt propaganda for your brain
We the people by the people governed by the profiteers
Politicians tied to strings control you
a girl that I adore,
She's so dumb, her brain is in a whirl,
Why she thinks that Babe Ruth, is a chorus girl!
I love her, I love her, and I'm up
would be the more politically correct term
To use for the masses?
The question I ask is, how can I explain this?
How can I swing this in English
Yeah
Busta Rhymes now, Flipmode now, check it
See we in 2003 already
Catch up to us
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ha, huh
The motherfuckin' case
a trial run
Just heard these kids don't know 'bout Malcolm
And I'm sort of heartbroken 'cause the elders lost hope in our youth
And here I sit dead in
Yeah
Busta Rhymes now, Flipmode now, check it
See we in 2003 already
Catch up to us
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ha, huh
The motherfuckin' case
own?
Scrolling through pictures keeps me up through the night
Got me addicted to that blue light
Ooo modern nostalgia, here she comes again
Dressed in
a high cliff wall
That's my soul up there
There's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall
That's my soul up there
There's a blue whale beached by
ma, I ain't got no brains
I'm a goner and I don't feel no pain
I'm with stupid and I'm all by myself
'Cause I'm special and I don't need your help
And I just want to let y'all know
Who I came down here with
I slid in here with Lord J
And Alamo with the A
And I came to get wreck, like this
I'm
Hey hey hey here we go again
Dusted stoned running in the rain
Turn up the sustain
Seems like nothing going up in your brain
Cadence, bring up
Here in these modern times
It’s magical and sad
Here in these modern times
It’s magical and so alone
I wanna get lost in a book
But my brain got locked
And modern anxiety
That motherfucker never rests
Our adrenaline is kickin' in so play the beat faster
Head for the streets
We're the puke and decay
We're
I gotta take you off here
Book one, strategy, tactics, techniques
Look dumb, but massively notice the weakness, in all them
Gotta shoot only if
They say Taylor was a good girl, never one to be late
Complain, express ideas in her brain
Working on the night shift, passing out the tickets
You're
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