Lyrics:
(Highway killed the village)
(Highway killed fashion, killed fashion)
Ooh, (I was raised) I was raised (By the milliner) by the milliner
me pap pap in broad daylight
You with me roll well roll till the Bone drop hit that hydro
That's the way that we deal
That's the way that we steal
Sisters of the way-side bide their time in quiet peace
Await their place within the ring of calm
Still stand to turn in seconds of release
Await
funkin then I stomp em
They don't want none girls be on my jock and
They playin me for that
But fool I can't help it cuz I
Was raised up like a mack
(A$AP Rocky)
Mr. Frankenstein
Oh, Victor Frankenstein (ooh)
I'm Dr. Frankenstein
I'm out here saving lives
Igor by my side (ooh)
That's
Breakin em like they windows
And still they rip till they get a whiff
Of this shit that I kick
And if they ever had a notion to stop me
Treat your best shot
vegetables
Rapping with that special flow
Only way you're next to blow if you be strapped with C4
I be fresh from head to toe, every day a fashion show
held the sign up higher
Where no decent soul could miss it
It was ten degrees or colder
Down by Boulder Dam that day
He was raised up in Milwaukee
Sisters of the way-side bide their time in quiet peace
Await their place within the ring of calm
Still stand to turn in seconds of release
Await
Well, I could tell he'd had a tough life
By the way he sat and stared
And me, I'd come to push and shove
So I pulled up a chair
We talked
shifts towards the Septemeber
24th release date the band
Being the benevolent friends of the
Proleteriet that they are
Just raised the coolies pay 10¢
me as crazy
As the world was over this whole Y2K thing
And by the way, N'Sync, why do they sing?
Am I the only one who realizes they stink?
Should
was raised
By the KKK
That's right
Not my fault
Just the way I was raised
Fuck off I've heard that before
Fuck off get out of my door
Fuck off get out
I was raised by an Indian warrior way out on some Kansas plain
I guess that's why they call me red skin cause no one ever knew my name
No one ever
Yeah, there's sure been days
That I thought we'd never make it through
But we found a way, and I'm proud to say it's nothin' new
Yeah, it's in
raised
Busting our asses while working all day
Not gonna change just stuck in our ways
A good ole boy is how I was raised
Standing by the reputation
to God she don't wipe her hands with me
I'm a goon to the streets but to my momma I'm still her baby
Raised a street nigga by yourself, you a hell
posse's been on Broadway, ha, and we do it, our way.
Grown music, I shed my skin and put my bones in to it
Everything I record and yep yep yep yep I'm
Well, I could tell he'd had a tough life
By the way he sat and stared
And me, I'd come to push and shove
So I pulled up a chair
We talked
His old man was a rebel yeller
Bad boy to the bone
He'd say: "Can't trust that other fella."
He'd judge 'em by the tone of their skin
He was
I fucked that bitch by the water
Look for a nut, fuckin' these bitches (mmh)
Dropped out the knots, wackin' these niggas (wack)
Actin' retarded,
on rock 'n' roll
I remember all the words of
Love that we sang out of tune
Waving goodbye to a generation
As we danced by the light of the moon
I
I would rather die than admit it
Cause Ooooo
I was raised that way
She demands my attention
But I obey the set conventions
I nod and smile 'til
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
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