Lyrics:
in the land of crooks
My pops say books, i say sneaks and name buckles
Pigs say freeze boy, shit, i just chuckles
Fence alley
Walkin by them fronts
sheik
I know your daddy's a sultan
A nomad known to all
With fifty girls to attend him
They all send him
Jump at his beck and call
But you won't
It's All We Have
Poem by Stavros (aka: Poet 168)
Reading T.S. Elliot
After two books of
Bukowski is like getting hit
In the dick by a midget
Trapped by the, trapped by the, trapped, trapped by the, trapped by the, yeah
Trapped by the walls like Jericho got me, cause a problem and repair it
to the part where his records
Could 'fford him a couple Fords like "Lord, ain't he gifted?"
Christmas just doesn't fit him, I need my own holiday
And by
You see me, you know that I'm on my Deen
Down to get down anytime by any means
Known to be OT, reppin on any scene
And all about the paper, we
I'm holding on,
I've been set free.
You have designed something specifically for me
Made up my mind
No turning beck
Concering Your promise
The Word says
him to illustrate it
My dexterity, put him in fear of me
And had his mind bewildered by everything he was hearin see
That was enough to slow his whole
brothers like early Beck
I'm comfy on my iron throne
Word on the street that the god you pray to
And kneel to's an Esoteric clone, but I feel you
If he
Beck here the leaves are turning
On me just like you
Change is full of color
And it's anything but blue
I thought that I'd stop living
Without
And made it complicated for him to illustrate it
My dexterity, put him in fear of me
And had his mind bewildered by everything he was hearin' see
That was
with a phaser network
I bet ya I'll make your beck hurt
Endorsements from the universities can't stop my abilities
Financial trainin' on the campus
Pre>(struck by lightning)
She wants so many things (g. parker)
Capo 2
Intro: em / d/ a/ d (3 times)
G d a d
She wants so many things you can't
Midwest nigga in the West
Red Corvette speeding down sunset
Ski mask, black Tec pulling through the set
Gang signs and palm trees
Bomb weed and becks
back (what what!)
The superthug is back, is back
(yo, yo, yo I give you a pound and my tigger finger stick out!)
Index that, I drink a becks black
Awful plastic boots that come above her ankle
Dayglo mini skirts just like a pop art spangle
Digs vanilla fudge buys lipstick by the pound
Gets
wrong...
[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, G4 jets with like three and four pets
Sex, Beck's, chicken and hens, all the same sex
Walk through the Amazon,
a camouflage goose
(And that's juice, like what, what, what, what)
Yes, yes, I never stress
Make a mess on the mic sipping a Becks, wearing a vest
Cause well,
You see the buck truck
Stuffed by the drug
When passing through the border
Driving fast by the road
When the cops stops me
Don't discover the drugs,
of the process
I lay a hater snug like a tucked child
Start spraying hit you by accident like a butt dial
Still got dreams but I dream less
No stress I'm fly
Now the monkey swings by the end of his tail
As he flies from tree to tree
Well there may be monkey in some of you guys
But there ain’t no monkey in
ROcSTER
THIS GcL McVIS
CcME DOWN BY ME WIFE
SHE WcNT TO NO cBOUT DE ROcSTER LIFE
WHcT HE DOES EcT, McKING HIM SO CROSS
EVERYBODY, ScY THcT HE IS
around me as I slowly die, fall from the skies
Fallen angels, screams their last reprise
This is my pantomime, performed by the stars in the sky
Quick life, cold world
Hit me, real pain
Born low, sinner
Usual, old stain
New shows drive bys
Play dead sick game
Sad death cold breath
Is we still
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