Lyrics:
himself in a foreign land
Sells magazines and sings for a rock-n-roll band
Paints the abstract
Refuses to ever repent or retract
Slams the guitar like
the plan and the message
In the Rolls Royce like the King of Nigeria
My criteria, smoke cigars
Change rap like Jimi Hendrix changed Rock And Roll
With
and the message
In the Rolls Royce like the King of Nigeria
My criteria, smoke cigars
Change rap like Jimi Hendrix changed Rock And Roll
With a broke guitar,
[Aesop Rock]
Wake up, wake up
Ayo Percee P, it's time to wake these kids up
[Percee P]
Word up Aesop Rock, they'd better take their fingers off
Hol Up
I told that bih
Hol Up
Pockets on Overload
Stay Swole up
I said hol up
Yeah Bitch Roll Up
Pockets on Overload
The Stay Swole up
I said roll up
the trick just like Nixon
Causin' terror, quick damage ya whole era
Hard rocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot
P.L.O. style, hazardous, 'cause I wreck
fun too
And always remember that rock and roll
Was stolen and don't try
To hide behind Jimmy Jam and
Terry Lewis all positive vibes
First order
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
snowball
Rolls and it grows
Shit he almost passed out before they broke the choke hold
These old toads
That sold him warts by the boatload
That's raft, not
airplanes, like slaves, we wear chains
Drive-by, I'm bare-faced, Remmie don't care, chase
Wait 'til it's time, slide with a new Glock and a pair of skates
The suns of man-sion, has been opened up
The door is open, yeah, yeah
It's like, beware of bio chips, I share hits
Harder than slave whips like
a slave to the pain
I'm so
I'm out of pocket
My centers wonky
I doubt I've got this
My rock's been overshot by paper's process
And tho I'm logged in
I feel
gooey, roll in the frontal leaf
Jamel Irief smash teef in be
Some people lyrics ain't hot
My delivery is ill on the mic and I rock
So hot, this
the trick just like Nixon
Causin' terror, quick damage ya whole era
Hard rocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot
P.L.O. style, hazardous, 'cause I wreck
styles
Takin' out wack MC's by the piles, for real
Episode #2: God's Gift
I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the Tupperware
It's
a slave that's alright with me
There's no limits when your minds this free
Riding the horse loving my flaws
Either times flying by or not moving at all
So I
where all da top chop shops are
The rap I rock's not far from a drop-top Cop car!
Hop out on the hot tar, run! Break the cuffs!
You got ta duck from
good
West Berlin to West Hollywood
Prettier than Brando, he was punker than punk
Slave to rock 'n' roll and a slave to junk
Angels come to comfort
paper cause I'ma lock all you bitches up!
When I go big, I'ma stop the world and rock n' roll!
But until then, I'll let you know that I'm still banned!
Can't do the fish bowls even strikers get tinted
Scream fuck the law, free my dawgs yeah I miss them,
Blowin' moon rock, I'm on Mars for a minute
control, we just want to rock and roll
Division, manipulation all in the name of one damnation
Close the television we want a revision
Become a worthy nation
bullshit
Talking about full clips, spinning blocks, kilos, selling rocks
If that's what you did to survive then I get it
But a lot of y'all sounding like you
Bought by the dope fiends smokin'
And what about the brother wit' the good jobs
Savin' money and workin' hard?
Bought a house for his wife and kids
Ya
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