Lyrics:
the meatgrinder
Mangle it up to the elbow
If they ask I will pretend It was torn off by a bear
My new arm
Is cracking nuts faster than ever
So happy my libido
a breath, breathe in get out the way
Tell me something girl I don't even know what I got to say
Planet on axis spinning faster every single day
I ain't gonna
heart
Can we take this all
Way back to the start
Can we leave here soon
No matter where we are
Guided by these headlights
All these days in my car
Once they hating all I see
Is love shaded by the drive they can't seek
This ain't for the weak
One percent per day is seven per week
Never use the top
I'm burning my candle at both ends day both and night
And the last time I checked I haven't closed my eyes
For three days straight I haven't seen
a Wack Rapper's Almanac
Me follow that hollow crap, no way Jose
I'll seek out a better sound, to somethin Premier plays
Days will go by, and soon you'll
was when mad was tall and phat was cold
The days of Old Chicago and Fun Town
As shorties we run 'round, play strike outs till sun down
But the shit
at cha.
Hot Ones from a shotgun I betta nigga runs faster.
Loose a shoe to get away from a blaster.
Think about that casket you don't wanna be in that shit.
mommy can't keep you safe.
5... 4... 3... 2... 1, remember kiss chase.
Run! Run! what'cha gonna say
When I'm coming your way?
Now Run! (faster
come true
Chasing ghosts in the dark
I'm lost without a spark
[Verse 3]
Every day I see your smile
Yet I'm distant by a mile
Can't touch what I can't
planned and quickly boarded for a trip for three
Accompanied by a childhood friend and his father
A dipsomaniac who could daily quench the thirst of three
or not
It's that no mood to play, move out the my way
Yo, I been whistlin' this tune from throughout the day
Hey, yo, this is that ol' y'all niggas
Way back in the summer of eighty-three
Kevin drove a bike for the Dickie Dee
He was older than us by two or three years
With long lanky legs he had
another day
Will I learn to stay awake?
Count to three
It will be over soon
I know it
But the time won't go
Any faster so
Go, go, go, go
You should know
to alleviate this curse
And then we trust fall
Breaking all walls
I'm just searching for a good day
To hang up my balls
And i might just need a new coup
A tie
deputy ('Cause he shoots people!)
Faster than a speeding bullet
On my noble steed
Shoot the perp three times
And his heart stops to beat
The sheriff rides
The likes of me, F-you-D-G-E brains compete
Wit CP0-three's intelligence
Accompanied by Mike Z-double-O-T
Shabaam Sahdeeq, Skam, Kweli, and Spinna
Faster yea they want it faster yea, uh (They want it faster)
Tell em all I’m fasting yea
Aye yo, I go by the name Sean Cosy
And I wanted to rap to y’all
to the river
But we going to chrome
Cuz the girls there way thicker
Had a bad day I hope nobody get to trippin
Young wild and reckless so therefore anybody can
be the same
Have myself to blame
I have myself to blame
Every day my heart beats faster
Two steps forward is three steps backwards
Three steps
you
Talkin bout day trips
Oh, we're on a faster track
But we're plagued with double agents
I was going, but I never know how to act
Aw, you signed
niggas to switch and spit what they ain't feelin'
One! Day a time of alcohol it takes to get by
Is worth more than a mini puff it takes to get high
One,
of being po', yeah trying to leave the rats
Walk out to see three of your tires, that be on flat
And that one tire, left a sign of hope
That helps you
see they dog die
How you lookin so fine
I don't wanna cross lines but I lost mine
Find me by the East Park rollin up loud
Plus I got about a quarter
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