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come to play
Said she ain't tryna shake shit, bitch, get out my face
Money, man, if you do your lil' dance, I'll make it rain
On my king, shit, I make

like the good old days
Yeah say it to my face
Yeah say it to my face
Yeah, don't bother coming to me by surprise
You know I couldn't lie to you
Yeah,

Big a Little a

Crass

Christ the Album

1982

"Big A Little A"
By Crass originally recorded
In 1980.
Big A little A bouncing be
The sytem might have got you but it won't get me
1 2 3 4
Chorus:

so unique
And every time a new one rolls in gotta hear that sensor

Where's your spirit
Let me see it
Raise your streamers to the ceiling
Witches is

the shit out of you
Fight with you
Push your head in the lou
Fight with you
Smash the pretty face of you
Fight, fight, fight
Yesterday morning my lady came

and do sodomy
Figured she'd swallow me
Taking in colonies
Aye
Face it
I'm killing you niggas like Jason
.223's loaded in basements
Shooting shit still no

when you got a mask wearing
Bat symbol as your hero
Every hero needs a villain in this game
Polar opposites
He and I are the same
He is seamlessly a pain

Just tell you where I'm at
Like that
That shit rip in your face
Smoke like six different blunts to the face
I can go harder in like six different states

How you lie to my face then run up like a gangster
Leave you in the deep end, hollow with no answer
How you get mad but turn around and talk with

is not without its own sense of irony
But let's face reality at least
We've found ourselves here
In over our heads under your bed sheets
All of this

You so far away you be miles away
Call you everyday just to see your face
I be in the province you be in the state
You so far away you be miles away

going to change
Pull up my pants cut my hair and my face I'm going to shave
I got some time just to chill with you in every single day
I write a book

me
That means I gave it to them run leave your face on the road
I'm in this bitch groovy
Imma fuck from the back make a movie
Nigga fafa a gangster

sweatshirt
I walk through the library and see your face
There you were
There you were at my high school
All the girls are in the common room blushing over

just might lead you astray
Forgotten they place
These niggas be phony and fake, you can see in they face
Hit up your block they ain't leaving no trace

playing them games make the bed you gone lay in
No tats on my face that bitch naked
Orange Jumpsuit at my arraignment
Whooped the case like I went Super

Tool
I'm real nigga, you so full
World tours, and you local
All you say this shit on the menu
Give me large fries and I’ll be cool
Put your hands down by

that before I catch court cases
Locked up by Caucasians, claustrophobic
Boxed in like a new Porsche rollin'
Stones on my wrist, iceberg, Titanic frozen
K

lifted
Was raised by a cannibalistic group of misfits
No Brady Bunch but we twisted leave your wig split
Pardon me I'm a bit off in the brain
Couldn't see

they'll go get you and yo friend
We selling dope by ounce come get you a pinch
Do em like the slaves in south but nobody who did it
We got dem sticks in

a blood but I'm covered by the blood
Baa I'm tough

These boys ain't built like me
Cause I ain't sell out for no gee as in money
Pull up gold chains swangin

to clover
Sweaty to nauseous
When will this shit be over
Can't be too cautious
If you gonna dish, you better wash this
Stickin' your face in a toaster
In

chilling, we was whipping in the Benz
Lemme tell you 'bout my gun
And put your life right to a end
Bro we pullin up, pull up in the truck
Then we hop out
If I

be yours
Baby let´s just surrender
To this love

No matter how hard and frustrating life can be
I find confort in your arms
You by my side it´s just