Lyrics:
what reason
Compelled, can we clean up this mess
The loss of loved ones a perverse request
They continue the same rhetoric
These derelicts that
gettin perilous
The skunk derelict ghetto lyrical specialist
Say yes its thick
The restless clique
From pmd to fool with the lexus whip
Now true
of hell has it's benefit's
I pray you not be ignorant
Clearly I am seeing with
My all-seeing eye, no pyramid
I, too, was a derelict
The truth raised me from
there's no
Sound and no light
But yo, it gets busy at night
People creepin' derelicts sneakin' into fix
Speakin'
On the way my timbers creakin', roof
stainless steel blade chopped the wedge
Slit this analog derelicts head
Who even thought that
he could go against the truth and the Gods and fall back?
featureless and freezing
Last night I dreamed you didn't love me
You kissed my fingers and made me love you
Last night you left me derelict
derelict, sales are too soupy
Better get the bobby digital movie!
[ghostface killah]
Tarantula, that groove season
Newlywed of rap, which g you believe
pointed at the mirror
A drugstore cowboy whose end is near, yeah baby
I'm a big time schemer with broken down dreams
I'm a derelict rebel without
Gold bra straps, fine pointed, purple star Gaps
Cowboy boots and tastle, with the straw hat
You derelict hoes, we fuck why'all without pullin down our
Hey he stumbled from
Some derelicts bar
Throw'd out his hands
An leaned on a car
An pretty soon this girl
Come up to him
Said "hey how bout
the corner very uptight
It's ugly but it's not meant to be
A derelict lighthouse signalling men
In shipwrecks under the ocean
Secret bruises from a writing
of lips is when they hair get flipped
I love my culture and heritage keep me from being derelict
Invested in myself like this was Merrill Lynch
Been
all around inside there's
No sound and no light.
But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping.
Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking.
On the way my
him "Socrates"
Yeah, the Christians found him crazy
And the derelicts agreed
But everybody called him
Everybody called him
Everybody called him
Yo, yo, Ruler Zig-Zag-Zag Allah, I'm not reneggin'
I don't fuck with dead pigeons or the pigskin
You fuckin' fake 85% snake
Derelict ass bitch,
flunkin' every semester
The summer hit, had it burnin' in eighty-six
Class cuttin' and runnin' wit all the neighborhood derelicts
Within the concrete
here, you crab derelict bastards, you can't push through here
The ice melter, you best to to dive for ya shelter
This a sign, when it's called Alpha Phi
I'm an urban guerrilla
I make bombs in my cellar
I'm a derelict dweller
I'm a potential killer
I'm a street fighting dancer
I'm a revolutionary
get your knot blown' in
Yo yo, Bob Digital and Kool G Rap, we set the booby trap
African wiz wit the gat inside her dooby wrap
Derelict rhyme crabs,
is all up in my face
Crazy ignorant, sweatin links minks and shit
Cosmetic, but deep down, derelict
Fake players, never get out the projects
It's
through credence
A derelict shell in the desert
Mesmerised
As love inflamed the night
Burning tongues brought the rain
The sand remained, purified
the basic test and then got laid to rest
Derelicts prepare a skit that's softer than a pair of tits
Various hilarious embarrassing comparisons
Mandatorily
of pride, derelict
In feverish visions of agonizing light
Pulsating rhythms unpure
So pound the drum and strike the chords of chaos
So scream out
I'm an urban guerilla
I make bombs in my cellar
I'm a derelict dweller
I'm a potential killer
I'm a street fighting dancer
I'm a revolutionary
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