Lyrics:
and mary my daughter
You must think I'm crazy
I wouldn't let him do it for all the farms in Cuba
Well, I set my monkey on the log
And ordered him to do
line
Won't be taking your midnight calls
Ignore the rocks you throw at my wall
I see it written on your face
You know you made it, your greatest mistake
Didn't I tell you to leave Flavor Flav alone, knocker
A clock on my chest proves I don't fess
I'm a clocker, rocker, rockin' with the rest
Flav in
(To get something you've never had, you must be willing to do something you've never done)
Cursed by the hate we throw (I'ma die by mine)
Is this
Baby, baby, why must you travel?
Four little faces, they need you home
Laughing, crying, a boy in your shadow
Just by the suitcases, now he knows
to his whole damn fam, understand
If he frontin, on any man down with the Clan
I be comin, for that headpiece you can't cope
For my brother, I even kill
and mary my daughter
You must think I'm crazy
I wouldn't let him do it for all the farms in Cuba
Well, I set my monkey on the log
And ordered him to do
You claim if you get knocked by the cops
You'll give 'em not even a statement
Walk in the arraignment
Shoot the bailiff, karate kick the plaintiff
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (huh?)
Say hi, Bob (hi, Bob) Bob's thirty and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause
in the dirt
You swear the bitch was planted
My lyrics motivate the planet
It's similar to Rhythm Nation
But thugged out, forgive me Janet
Who's in
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (huh?)
Say hi, Bob (hi, Bob) Bob's thirty and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause
Hustle, you ain't even in my league sir
What's up with these nerds?
They be out here, gettin' their salads tossed, gettin' their leaves turned
The game
to live)
Land of the beautiful (To get something you've never had, you must be willing to do something you've never done)
Cursed by the hate we throw (I'ma
simpering, callow and morose who let you in? if I knew, then I could get out the murder you see is a mystery to me
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
Dear Mister Muse
Sycophants stir in the
Bushes, up to the stand with your foot on the bible as king I must
Order and constantly
Arouse, if you swear to catch up and throw
Hay oh ah
Is you with me?
Well throw your hands in the air
All my thugs and soldiers
Fuck it even players
Whether you hate us or you show us
on my money ayy, mind on my money babe
How does this money taste wine in your money's face
You see the signs and the teachin'
If you didn't know well
twin grab a arm pick this nigga up
Knitty turn his face to me let me break him up
I throw him up against the wall and put a hole in his face so big
Last week I keep an even keel and bow in place
And face the music every minute
Never could see my homey comin' till he passed
Funky gas by my way
today
Could've made you anticipate such an ass-whippin', okay
'Til the anger dissipates
You get punched in the face, reciprocate, come on (woo)
So
in the dirt
You swear the bitch was planted
My lyrics motivate the planet
It's similar to Rhythm Nation
But thugged out, forgive me Janet
Who's in
keel and bow in place
And face the music every minute
Never could see my homey comin' till he passed
Funky gas by my way all the day I couldn't laugh
Punch a brother in the face who call me Robbie
I be the RZA, call me that 'cause
Never liked the name I received from my poppa
Dirty deluxe, yo, I'm
a sumo
Put him in pampers, leave my drawers in his hamper
When I'm through, you need a brand-new identity
I was scoopin' girls before you lost your
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