Lyrics:
in."
So he started up the blowtorch (bwooh)
And all the peach juice ran down his veins.
And he poured it in the Tupperware that Julie used to sell
minute
Back in 1999 I arrived on what they call earth
The Doctor signed a certificate for what they call birth
Who's this figure that's much taller
Son,
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
friend was killed by a drunk driver
The guy got out of his car
And shot my friend in the face
'Cause I'm beginning to feel
Like a black god, black guy
all to late.
One bullet in the darkness
Sealed his child's fate.
Maya took her baby down to the sea
With Zandro by her side,
Not believing such
like I do not rap
I'm sick and tired of niggaz lyin
They fifth is lyin in the second drawer next door to
some bullshit they iron
Y'all be makin up
Governments lie all the time well
Not just the American
Government, it's just in the
Nature of governments well, they have
To lie and since they
at outside can I come by I pull up I get no reply
Big amounts they in my hand damn I been saucin wit the bands
Still a never pop a xan and I stay away from
Six pack in hands
Stage dive to the pit
Hustle the ladies
Got guerilla tactics
I'm creepin' through the show
When I'm scanning for hoes
Girls
smooth
Ain't no tellin' when I'm down for a jack move
Here's a murder rap to keep y'all dancin'
With a crime record like Charles Manson
AK-47 is
They read his wall it was written it was written in hand he got a dead soul, baby
They say he headed onto the land to hear his grandma talk, baby
He
would be
Played by Marcus Garvey
He'd be throwin people off his back and makin
Sure they never got a rebound rebound and
He'd throw it to the outlet
Nat
it's just blue and gray thread, faded and frayed by the hands of time
For me, I'll always see blood red, hear the surf and the guns crash in my mind
It's
pilot crashed his plane,
Then washed ashore in the south of Spain
His body forgotten
Rotting in the sun.
So we've lost our man,
Our hideous
me with the damage
When I hit the come up I don't wanna see ya hand in
Bitches always turn to bandits
Real nice guy finna turn Charles Manson
The ship
Here comes
The blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied
To the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot
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We hustle In order to get by to the next day
Ducking informants,keeping our names outta they essays
Watching for 12 jumping out for brothers
with the mic??? in their hand???
Digital Underground ??? ???Humpty Dance???
- ???The Humpty Dance is your chance to do the hump/Oh, do me baby/ Do
today?
I'd rather be dead than turn my head away
We got a first world vision too
comfy to lift our hands in the air
and cry for a switch
Michael Stipe (of
hands are squeezed around my neck
(Be finally off of my Rap God)
This feels so good
Don't you disturb that Rap God, when his hands are squeezed around my
hands are squeezed around my neck
(Be finally off of my Rap God)
This feels so good
Don't you disturb that Rap God, when his hands are squeezed around my
through the town
The boy jumped aboard and left
Not even a note
In desperation over this disappearance
The old man with arthritic hands tore down his
Her father was a failure, her mother was a comfort to a doctor
And lawyer and Indian chief, the shirt ran out of buttons
He lost all his marbles
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