Lyrics:
"Ibrahim"
-Eric Bogle
(Album: The Colour of Dreams)
Hey Ibrahim, tell me what do you think of Australia?
Do our beautiful desert sunsets fill you
Workin' on the album at the same time, you know what I'm sayin?
Visionary boy (C Sick)
Yeah yeah, uh, yeah, we gon' do it for '96 (yeah)
We gon' do it
shakes his head
Everyone laughs)
By the way
I don’t know the days of the week i
Just go to exactly when my appointment is
We’d just look at each other
(Where are you?)
Oh-oh
Oh
The Divine Feminine, an album by Mac Miller
Oh-oh (The Divine Feminine)
(The Divine Feminine) Oh
Am I supposed to?
the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright
when the big one drops
Am I in sync?
Immortality is what I'm buying
But I'd rather be immortal by not dying
Laboratory rats made Roger a fink
Guess who? D'you miss me?
Jessica Simpson, sing the chorus
When you walked through the door (woo)
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You're
Shut the fuck up, money´s talking, stocks are growing
Exploit nature, leave'd us wasteland, our bloodshed
Pointing fingers, spines are bowing, gold
but Buster they couldn't show him because he'd have got... they'd have got copyright problems and
all that. And it was also fun enough, a big MTV
I'd just like to firstly start off by
Thanking God for just
Giving me the ability and allowing me to
Make music in a way which
That glorify him
the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin Patti Labelle
Ooh Regina Belle, she'd probably do me swell
Jasmine Guy was fly
tasty-ass jams,
We'd like to say that we don't own the rights to the characters that we parody on this album.
Like, uh, Zelda.
Or Mario.
Or... the... Metroid
Meet me tonight at a quarter to ten
Every creed and clan
You've left it too late
Now I'm gunning for you
Loaded by your hands
Don't hit me
Don't run
a fuck if they like me or not
I'ma raise this bitch
'Til you little fucks drop to the floor
Nobody move, nobody make a sound
My nigga, why'd ya got
me of tryna destroy
Let's rewind it to '89 when I was a boy on the east side of Detroit
Crossin' 8 Mile into Warren into hick territory
I'd like
back
Because the teacher that you see is not wack
I'd like to stack up all the hits that I've made
Three albums, a triple-layer cake
of the rappers I've been feeding on
Got a feeling that's the same dudes that we speakin' on, oh word?
Ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on?
You should
didn't think that I'd be this savage
You didn't think that I'd see this happen
You didn't think that I'd even mattered
The first track in on my CD
Who is the man with the master plan?
DJ Mister Cee
Who is the man with the master plan?
He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane
Then it goes
looking back it was straight steam ahead
Mainstream and street creed
Had no idea me and my boy would bump heads (damn)
If I could do all over again
I'd
So damn tough
So - damn - tough
Everywhere we go downtown or to a show
We have two necessities
Charlie Mack and our limo
He's feared by suckers
of the rappers I've been feeding on
Got a feeling that's the same dudes that we speakin' on, oh word?
Ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on?
You should
me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like
are
To the d block, to anybody else whose our motherfucking family putting down an
Album, we gon crush why'all motherfuckers
Well this one is
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