Lyrics:
gotta guess, I don’t live it by the book, leave, leave em all shook how,
Im on,
(on and on yeah)
I’m on,
(im on and im on yeah)
Im on,
(on and on yeah)
just found out that we're here for nowt when we're underpaid for our time no doubt
We work so hard, give most of our lives, working this shift, 9 till 5
sector...
Took a whole lot of vocal chords & soulful wars
Still step with my soles on course of course
We swim through shores in this sea of life
We live
notice that lies unopened by the door
But they all live so far away and here . . . it's all OK . . .
Stinking . . . pathetic . . . filthy . . .
You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there's diamonds and pearls in your
And although he once had principles
He abandoned them
To live as a lap dog to a wealthy daughter of the Revolution
A-one, two, three, that's bull, he said
to this
Till I'm menopaused and then ejected from the uterus
Chorus
And I've seen so far into the night
And lingered in the land of no night
Day two
Now you got now where to go
[2x]
[Mr. Shadow]
I can feel the anger rushin in vein
And in my brain I'm hearin voices
Got no choices
I call my boys
(Trippin' Beatz)
Yeah, yo
Man put two in the spinners bagged it and left these niggas, tragic (uh)
Mans known for more, pour dippin', in fact I
I'm not a person of my words anymore
I exist inside a dream that was started by a child that now
lives inside of me
I can't play anymore
I'm falling
I'm skating with my posse, it's Down Town Down Town
And If you wanna get live than come Down Town
Verse I
I Place to be at, where we spit raps the DJ
my pants think was Lé Was
That new motherfucker only got two doors
Nigga know my crib got two backdoors
Me and my crib, we live by codes
He thought it
is a soldier
Aim getting had by his swag
Cah he is at wild cause
He had five crown Coronas i mean that's boog
I well as might know what is Bogus
Ask
But we know you're still moist, bitch
Beef I'd rather avoid it, it's pointless
But I've been poisoned
By the manor I've been living in
Man are
us both
What would we do?
How would we go?
Would we pass out
In barracks beneath bed sheets?
Brand new sneakers on our feet
Two by two into
and drifted asleep
Streetlight was pouring all over the sheets
Walking to work nothing under your dress
I still live in that summer babe, I must confess
Now
And all the one's and two's
I try to live in the moment
It reminds me of the time we spent trapped in your apartment
We attract what we're ready for
who's next?
If your name was Funkmaster you still couldn't Flex
It's a Red Alert, ring the alarms and rock the bells
Grand like Puba, plus I Maxwell
to I can live with that but
You gotta put back the double-knit reversible slacks"
She wasn't moved - everything stayed the same
Inevitably the first
scratched
In fact, now that I think, back, I was gettin macked
by a tender, oh yeah now I remember
Vanessa from Maryland, aggressive and tanned
It was
Ignace
Under the rocks
That are played with by children
And thrown at Malcolm
Who's still stuck to the sign that says
"Welcome to Ignace"
It's Christmas in
Another day is a waste of your life, she said
I can't wander looking for your dream today
One two a river unseen by the waste in your life
on 'em, straight bubblin' out
Run up in your crib, 4, 5th thuggin' them out
Nigga what, y'all still want to ride wit this
Heart stopper, bomb dropper
Chorus (Porsha & Anita)
I want my freedom, full freedom, full freedom, mmm, hmmm x2
Verse 1
As I look in the mirror I see the picture gettin
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