Lyrics:
skirt ridin' up my thigh
Oh, life must be great like a permanent date
When you're a cheerleader
Oh, The fun doesn't end and your hair is your friend
When
stay reppin
I got this game locked - no question
I thank God for every last blessin
Until it's Armageddon
I'm more advanced than computer
And is that what you really want
(It's not)
So I smoke a lot
I smoke a lot
My God I smoke a lot, and I feel fine
I smoke a lot
I smoke a lot
Somebody down there likes me
I admit I'm a misfit, you agree, I submit
The night's decayed, the wind is hot
I was born in the USA, I'm deformed by my DNA
the honor so... "oh, no lord too much for me
I still cannot believe, the chance you gave to me is so great...
I am a blessed man!"
Convinced of all
hold that L (hold that)
Never needed shit from no one, I'm good by myself
But that's a lie without my mom, I know this fame would be hell
So if my
played the benches
So many lines my code
Name is great adventures
Yo, Six Flags use your Versace
Shirt as a dish rag
Magic man, I’m digging in my trick bag
the fucking haters hate it
Here comes the mighty ones they call whiteys
This is cinematic but ain't
Directed by Spike Lee
It's La Coka, not 40 Acres And A Mule
feel like some kind of God
I was sure that my valiant deeds
Would go down in history
Here on my shoulders I bear the weight
Of so many faultless
I touch the beginning
Animating animals and tree Gods
Scratching out legends in cave walls
The days pour down into nights, we watched
We mapped
drop chips on my seeds
Look now, what the fuck is, going on, niggaz dying over songs, over trolls, who ain’t trill, bwoi let it go, don’t lose yo soul,
pings n rice allspice
N an RX-7 cuttin through'a da night
I Represent the look like the great Sam Cook
Put a star by every freak in my true black book
"My line of work is considered by some to be a...
A tumor on society, be careful Mr. Magenta there are benign tumors,
And there are others, that
And yesterday, you passed me by
I swear, you nearly said "hi"
I could have died
I swear to God I started cry and
It's your birthday tomorrow,
but you're not
One great man was silent
of his superiority
He was openly flattered
and hated silently
Another spoke of his will to aspire
to create
Spread by force at any cost, this great democracy
The middle class will act with tact, see you there
Fly first class on your way to torture for
Never
Underestimate
Your next opponent.
It will be a dark
Catastrophe of great proportion
The challenge has begun,
When the hammer falls
Never
Underestimate
Your next opponent.
It will be a dark
Catastrophe of great proportion
The challenge has begun,
When the hammer falls
O little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
Me
So very wise in their own eyes
The world's great minds will one day find
That for life they studied, worked, and pined
But in wisdom made by man
felt grace it felt great
Learn my mistakes could be viewed another way
That God has a plan is the sweetest kinda jam
So I dance as I claim all my
I felt grace it felt great
Learn my mistakes could be viewed another way
That God has a plan is the sweetest kinda jam
So I dance as I claim all my
blue or bright
This is the land of the Fenns
Once the trees were as old as the world
Whole Tavastia was quiet and tranquil
Now those days have gone by
and Jari went on a saturday to an Hanoi Rocks-consert
we heard rumours "they are rockstars" amfetamin all day long
The consert was great but we were thrown
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