Lyrics:
Allow me to begin by stating that i am a retired regular
Of the rowdy and rambunctious
Semi-retroactive and always compunctious
Night life
Yea many
I must say this
Been on my mind for months
Smokin blunt after blunt
Yeah paper with the grabba
Fuck the president and you could tell em I said
this jelly
All pre-trick, a major erection before we go pull over at a 7-11
Protection is a must to survive and in ghetto heaven
You gotta wrap it
without works, like the devils'
Repent!
Faith without works, like the devils'
Repent!
I will show you my faith by my works
The Holy Spirit is busy, friend
when days go by, then you say hi
Both taking approaches so what we got? Oh, ay, that's the bell, I gotta go, we can talk later, waking
Up at seven, go
might go piss on the mic, on some true shit
If I get some bands off some fans, that’s a movement
Kill all the Nazis, I show off my Jew click
Fighting for
tour manager. So I couldn't be a babee I mean I still had to try to get a meal buy out , out of the club owner that night. Ya know the show must go on.
the whole world must go according
Know your galaxies and mirages stars start fallin'
So stay in your orbit maintain safe and sound
Like the planets each
called up in the clouds
Is there something you forgot to tell me...
tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
Show me my Teresa, feel it rise in me
the meanest nastiest rootenest-tootenest blobfish to ever fly the Seven
But before that all happened there was a man by the name of Jo Jinnan Jr
That was
back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
and out the gym, feelin' slimmer than spaghetti
Stackin' muscle on these bones, yeah I got the hoes sweaty
Wait a second... Yo, we all outta weed
Let's go
Deplorable by association, Go against their fascist mob if you dare
Hated by Karens all across the nation, mainstream media corrupt I swear
So sick
spoiled at shows, to the winners the spoils go
I take the L, transfer to the 2, head to the gates
New York life type trife the Roman Empire state
[Mos
what's on my mind right now
I'm hoping I don't lose it
Just came up in this bitch to go and show you how I do it
H-A-R-L-O-W
If I want it then I got it
the drill
Teacher's got his eye on her
Moves in for the kill.
Nobody can see or hear the things that they do
All the books stay closed, there must be
think of the world but
You give them power your perception is controlled by cowards afraid to show their face in this hour we declare the world is ours 7
show me where y’all people at
Hit em with the 5’7’ (yeah)
Made his face turn pale
You think your man gang banging
When he really work for 12 (he
complex modern world
In which we live
Where we must learn
To plan our lives out
Day by day
And sometimes look the other way
But at night
I had a vision
So
seem like a good idea to anybody in this room, man? By all means, let's pass along our addictions to our pets. Does your dog Bite? Yeah, only when he's
with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane
And you could be my
"Boy, ain't you got any other songs than these?"
I go walkin' after midnight, goin' where the lonely go
I got heartaches by the number, hear that
When I get to a party, To get it started
I grab tha microphone and rock it cold hearted
Go behind tha curtains while my fanz they point
You know
back
But let me school ya, Lyte is runnin this show
So yo, hoe, I think you oughta go
Before Lyte Thee MC gets into it (into it)
But remember, you forced
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