Lyrics:
how well we rhyme
[Chorus]
Man is only half himself
The other half is a bright thing
He tumbles on by luck or grace
For man is ever a blind
wobble
I'm st-stacking my paper my wallet look like a Bible
I got girlies half naked that shit look like the grotto
How your waist anorexic and then
Pass that dang coat boy I'm back
My name ain't Jack Tripper, but I'm a day tripper
So watch me whip another funky rhyme
East side swingin' with
get, the more my ambition tells there's more
I'll move an eighth for that girl, I'll move a half for that boy
Then I flip that,double up, kick back,
Reno hill
He whistled for the crossing with an awful shrill
The switchman knew by the engine's moan
That the man at the throttle was Casey Jones
When
Well, at birth mom and papa called their little boy Ned
Raised him on the banks of a river bed
On a houseboat tied to a big tall tree
A home for my
You are not needed now
And we got things to do
Between the blankets made of wool
The trains roll by every half an hour
And the body can get no
bad? I am, my dad raised one hell of a man
At eleven I had to throw on the pants
Still don't feel appreciated and not by my own fam
All good, I'll be
I pulled into Nazareth,
I was feelin' about half past dead
I just need some place where I can lay my head
"Hey, mister, can you tell me where a man
get, the more my ambition tells there's more
I'll move an eighth for that girl, I'll move a half for that boy
Then I flip that,double up, kick back,
forgot George Bush wrote half my raps
Murderin' people for blastin' facts
Then blamin' other cats for they tragic acts
I'm tryin' to get paid 'til my
O'Shea! O'Shea!
Get your ass in here boy
You hear me calling you?
O'Shea!
When I was young I used to hang with the seventh graders
Little
sent a telegram
Grandma, your boy the man
Necklace gave me shoulder cramps
Pinky ring your show advance
Bracelet, Rollie, both 'em dance
A half
kna'mean?
Niggas comin' sideways, thinkin' stuff is sweet, man, kna'mean?
Niggas don't understand the four devils
Lust, envy, hate, jealousy
Wicked
know my father well
If a better blade was ever made
It was probably forged in hell
My father was a good man
A lawyer by his trade
And only once did I
I was calling this girl next door when a man just went out
She called said, "Hey boy, come on right around"
So I knock at the door
You were
caw
For to set this sail be up half past four
Away, away in St George's town
The rats come batting the houses down
I'd give the world, boys, and all
a hold on me
Will I live for another day?
Hey, Will I live for another day?
Well the queen of George street just went walking on by
Walking on by
wobble
I'm st-stacking my paper my wallet look like a Bible
I got girlies half naked that shit look like the grotto
How your waist anorexic and then
it, cleanse the Earth's
My place to burst from, gave me the eye
They made a braid to grave, ceremonies, from religious cults
Half man and half
need a scale
Back in high school I used to be the weedman
Quarter ounces, half ounces, what you need, man
Eleventh grade, made my way up to a P, man
slowed down by the weight of my necklaces
Parked the Lexus in the projects, bitch, I'm reckless
Extra magazine, hopped on a jet with my Ebony chick
you're Dick Butkus
One-half science and another half soul
His name's Mike D. not Fat Morton Jelly Roll
Got busy in Frisco fooled around in Fresno
Got
some? Come and get some, boys
I'm givin' Daniel Pantaleo a refresher course
On excessive force and pressure points
And dressin' George Zimmerman in
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