Lyrics:
What happened to the women's
Who be jaw jackin'?
Paper stackin' is accomplished by
Putting out bomb shit on top of our game is
Where we stay forever
the harbour
WHere the cruise ships are tied
With the big corporate Yachts
But no fishging boats roll
On the whitecaps
So I'm watching the storm
Is it calling
black prez is still a black man
So we get beat up by the boys
He get beat down by the man
So no matter how much you try to save one
There's still a Mike
Every night my girl crying "Come home to me"
No! Come home wit me
Where there's so many cops that the block is boiling
The food is spoiled, but that
more full of weeping than you can understand
Where dips the rocky highland
of Sleuth Wood in the lake
There lies a leafy island
where flapping
Well, she sat in a wicker chair, her eyes they were downcast
She breathed in the future, by breathing out the past
The die is done, the die is
Well, she sat in a wicker chair, her eyes they were downcast
She breathed in the future, by breathing out the past
The die is done, the die is
Man
Civilized
But as time goes by
What shall not gree die may never die
No gree die
No gree die
These raps i’m sugar coating on a deeper level
up in Geneva
Oh man, I did it again, didn't I?
Destroyed his Bando with a solar flare
I'm in the club listening to the brown note
My dogs will do
You know I, this is James Brown
I'm such a lover of people
Because people did so much for me
I'm a lover of all humanity, all man kind
And I feel
IT'S GONNA BE ALRIGHT
It's gonna be alright, yes mama
It's gonna be alright
No man is an island but
I'm not gonna give up
You just stand by me, mama
Many a bitch, represents, and is led
Whichever way no I'm not gay
And really don't give a fuck bout what you doing
Long as I pave the way
For my
Many a bitch, represents, and is led
Whichever way no I'm not gay
And really don't give a fuck bout what you doing
Long as I pave the way
For my
the carers of old
Your base are given barrels with forints and barrow-man homes
To press send and present the relevant forms
Hurricane island was buried
there’s something in-between
In adi bush bungalow man I’m smoking me thing
Bombom chaw me no fit cast u me gee
It’s d one dat is caught that they call d
living life with no excuses deliver my product
all my niggas from the hood where the murders is climbing
if you don't work, you don't eat fuck the lines
me walk once more
And help me talk again, walk again
Stand up like a man baby
Since you been gone, gone
There is no color in my life baby
Its turning
When we roll up to the spot you know we get it litted man and
The ceiling can't hold us no you can't lid it
Drippin in the gear yea you know we
teach the Achy-Breaky to Billy Cyrus
Monkey see, monkey do
Slacker monkey junkie voodoo
Mr. Bob Dobbs is the man I call my guru
Bitter!
Quitter!
Bugger!
down
I'ma light it on fire, yeah yeah
Til the paper's til' the paper's turning brown
Surrounded by the party, and I'm still feeling lonely
Thinking
groceries
Up the hill is where my muscles are burning
Hope that your Levi's are comfy
Juice in my wallet
I got leverage to turn a few girlies, cool it
For
Analogical
I swear I love my borough
Ferry wait I'm heading back to the island
Homecoming alert just left the city wilding
Putting on for my borough
The story in my genome, more than just Filipino
A history of people's belief is what I seek, so
Let me spit in this vial, extract nucleic acids
on these words, this is my affidavit (wow)
And if you want a legal battle, send your ass to David (that's my lawyer)
Uh, I'm half-man, half-amazin'
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