Lyrics:
to feed my face
Got a mule to pull the plow
Got an old red muley cow
And I also got a fancy mortgage on this place
Well it blowed away
It blowed away
nosebleed
Ogre style as I mosey over to the frozen aisle
By the frozen yogurt this guy approached me
Embarrassed, I just did Comerica with Hova
The show's
(By)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
Yeah, bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get
the pedal
Anybody wanna be departed, come and get the rebel
That'll really be retarded like you're fuckin' with the devil
But you're not though, it's
to all your men;
The cause that called you may call tomorrow
In another fight for the green again.
Recorded by Galvin, Clancys
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There was an old miner
With a mule named Diner
His name was Philip Morris
Well, bless my soul
And one spring day
As he went along his way
He made
story with you in a such of paradise
you know there is nothing real so let's make love and not war cause i promise you honney i always be by your side
say Dre ain't ghetto? Just whistle like a tea kettle
I throw three at you, tell me if you see devils
Cause we rebels over here, I smell Chronic in
mules, and Gunga Din!
I shan't forget the night
When I fell behind the fight
With a bullet where my belt
Plate should a' been
I was chokin' mad with
on my way to hell with a full tank
I don't care what them boys think, 'cause what I'm on is a sure thang
Stackin' they money up like it's lego's, tienes
with something as empty as words
'Cause there's no way to measure the thoughness of timber
And compare it to the softness of birds
Papa was both
for months
What about that one nobody guy that they found?
Dead in the grass with his dick in his ass
Plus there was more but you won't recall
files shout
Send ammunition mules, and Gunga Din!
I shan't forget the night
When I fell behind the fight
With a bullet where my belt plate should a'
with another one after Recovery
Was so highly coveted, but what good is a f- recovery if I fumble it?
'Cause I'ma drop the ball if I don't get a grip
on the right gets cynical
'Cause the record's to the left and political
And you search the stores
Attack the racks with your claws
For the rebels without
the scripture on the subway wall
He wants to be a rebel but he can't find a cause.
He needs something to believe in
He needs something to believe in
All he
cynical
'cause the record's to the left and political
And you search the stores
Attack the racks with your claws
For the rebels without a pause
'cause
bump and be found into greed by a
Maniac with a gat
See nowadays, niggas is like that
I pull my trigger back, the bullets go
Pump, pump, pump, now
Yeah, I was born to be a rebel, cause this life ain't guaranteed
Dinner's fried, but I've been purified by the holy living water
Never thought I'd find
Still wondering were we went wrong
Coming over in them slave ship
We was stole from our own home
Sold by our own, own kind
It’s deeper then words
caretaker, this creator
Servicing purpose to other creators
Rhymers and beat makers
Blessed by the internet
So I'mma start this war of art
Before they rip
with the balls who told the establishment to go to hell
It ain't about the money you make, when a record gets sold
It's about doin' it for nothin',
and we walk by him
No one wanna change, only wait on God's timing
Student loan crisis, you spying with our devices
Our govt worse than ISIS, focused
than ever
They tell us no, we say yea, they tell us stop, we say go
Rebel with a rebel yell, raise hell we gonna let 'em know
Stomp, push, shove,
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