Lyrics:
j'pence a elle et j'pence a nous
Oui j'ai vue un tas de visage mais je me souviens que d'elle
Je me dis que ça va aller
Quand je ferme les yeux ton
And the dwellers on highway and alley
Gave pounds and gave pence not to put up a fence,
But an ambulance down in the valley.
Then an old sage remarked, "it's
Please everybody
Please everybody if we haven't done what
We could've done we've tried
And if you haven't got yours
Send four pence in and get a free
for the sake of a couple of pence.
I took my bag into a grocer's store,
The price is higher than the time before,
Old man asked me why is it
grill
My Teeth had twisted, they call me Ghetto Bill
I'm a no limit soldier but I love the kids
Send money to the pence, they doing it big
Even though I
a song of six-pence for your sake
And take a bottle full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake
And bake them all in a pie
They told me you
Sing a song of six-pence for your sake
And take a bottle full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake
And bake them all in a pie
They told me
to the streets of Rome
Too Damn Hype led by Jeff and the Prince
You're spending dollars and cents
We're spending pounds and pence
And yens and rubels and marks,
That's the fucking time, take a look at my life and you'll see
Take a quick, butchers, rotten Mary down the oak
Wouldn't give me two pence for him
Just Like it's 1887 cuz i be counting pence
Most of the time I need to explain my
Lyrics cuz I don't make no sense
I Just bought a yacht for a
Dollar
President Mike Pence
Back up on my shit in a Sidekick as I lay it on a spike strip
These are things that I'd rather do than hear you on a mic
Since
blood has stained the coal
We tunneled deep inside the nation's soul
We matter more than pounds and pence
Your economic theory makes no sense
One
completely zone
It's rap time for you that means nap time
Preaching from my joint what the fuck I'ma clap mine
Singing songs of 6 pence it's intense
people have to suffer?
Racist regime nothing to offer
Not even two pence in the coffer
Women and babies under baton charge
Informers, backsliders are all
new pence to have a go
Like to be a gallery
Put you all inside my show
Andy Warhol, looks a scream
Hang him on my wall
Andy Warhol, silver screen
knee,
"Five hundred white pence I'll give you if you let Hughie Grame go free."
"Hold your tongue, my lady fair, and as of your weeping, let it be.
shillings, and pence-ing
There's a few things I need
But I've money for paying
And if you've enough room
I'll consider staying
and the Prince
You're spending dollars and cents
We're spending pounds and pence
And yens and rubels and marks, you think I'm playin
Man, my posse is large,
burn!
When you're feeling tired and lonely
You see people going home
You can't make the train fare
Or the six pence for the phone
And icicles your
the price
Of tuppeny rice to four pence
How did the pop get into the weasel
Weasel, pop goes the weasel
How did the pop get in there
Well, the weasel
can't get pain
What's wrong?
Big ideas, the find intentions
They're all gone
It takes two flagons of courage
Pounds, shillings and pence
You wind up going
There is no sense to it
Pure pounds and pence to it
They're so intense too makes me amazed
Don't want no music but, they're making you
sick with
new pence to have a go
Like to be a gallery
Put you all inside my show
Andy Warhol, looks a scream
Hang him on my wall
Andy Warhol, silver screen
of six-pence for your sake
And take a bottle full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake
And bake them all in a pie
They told me you missed school today
So
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