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a million pieces
A ticker tape parade high
And now you're free to fly
When that muffled sigh
Says you're barely getting by
Cut your burdens loose
like a wet dream
Now when I shoot my shot we get steamier than a sex scene
Said you got the perfect package but you never had the right scale
Just
the thumb and
The finger are beaten together with
These two little metal things to
Make it go ding, ding, ding george Duke is
Now applying an ingenious
I'ma still run the raw
You can come and see me, I got 'em for twenty-four
Double R and Beat Club, who hard as us?
In The "R" We Trust, c'mon
Jada
wrote it
Take a dumb beat you know I just throw it
Magician's trick, you'll never ever know it
George Orwell; 2 plus 2 is 5
Ring a bell? That's two with
asleep
He is stung by a thorn
Got to saddle my horse
I guess that's why I'm born honey
Now I'm alone in the city I'm sad
But I still thinks it's pretty
celibate or worst
A captain save a hoe I’m pimping so I’m the villain
You don’t know that your boss’s bosses are the most crooked
I guess I remind him
believe that we have fallen to our doom
With our own cliche
Misguided to our tombs
Marching to they tunes
We are blinded by the loons
I'm facing my Goliath
chew you
Boats capsize
That's why I crew you
Lullaby
That's why I coo you
Feeling lie
That's why I true you
Ones get by
That's why I two you
Bad guys fry
the throne
Are you ready to take it on
I'm the King of the Bops bro
I'm fucking ready let's go
Ink the printer
Meteor men beg to differ
Judging by the hoe in
Hamburger Helper
Nigga you want to take us like desert sketch, I leave you scared
Nigga I got a partna by the name of Chris, that's Redd
People say I got
to get this bitch crunk?
[Hook]
You got to get up right now
Turn the system upside down
Your 'sposed to be fed up right now
Turn the system upside
that’s built on tyranny..
Black Lives matters
If you tried of kills, sing it with me now
Black Lives matters
Black Lives matters
If you tried
is it, "'Radio, fuck you?' That’s what
You’re saying?" Exactly
Not fuck the people that work at
Radio because these is real
People that gotta feed
more.
America is Red again
Taxes are cut again,
And guess who it is,
Yeah its George Bush again.
In fact George W
Collecting that W
Don’t vote Al Gore
Relax, kick yo feet up
Enjoy what we came to bring ya
You are now listening to the sounds
Of a D-Lo the Doctor Production
Oh, what, nigga you
Thought we
me
Based on the words I have spoken
The truth is ugly
That you're your only own
True blue buddy now
When you are feeling down
You rely on yourself
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, as if I were their own son. Their two daughters, Yvette and Helen, are more like my younger sisters than cousins. When you are part
until I look down
I've just turned my crib in to the hookah spot
You are now welcomed to the kush lounge
So miss me with that fuckery
Girl, come here
You better think of the consequence (Who are you?)
I'm your motherfuckin' conscience
That's nonsense
Go in, gaffle the money, and run to one of your
You better think of the consequence (Who are you?)
I'm your motherfuckin' conscience
That's nonsense
Go in, gaffle the money, and run to one of your
You better think of the consequence (Who are you?)
I'm your motherfuckin' conscience
That's nonsense
Go in, gaffle the money, and run to one of your
to bear
Well, if you mean that, this part's really going to hurt
Are you ready
It's November 24th
And yeah I just saw the post
Waiting in line at the donut
fuck the fans and all the favorites
I'm smacking your ratings
I give a fuck like George
Bush did for African babies
Back to the basics
Nigga are you
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