Lyrics:
This be my post modern soul-parody
Depressed so I can speak with sincerity
My lips is pierced with vodka, true clarity
Kicked in the door like J
with me (grab a nigga and take me to Heaven)
Back in elementary, I thrived on misery
Left me alone, I grew up amongst a dyin' breed
Inside my mind,
(Chorus)
My English teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high
I told him to take his pants off, hooked him up, he let me slide
I pinched his ass, he winked
just by myself, lookin' for niggas like where's Waldo
She got the same shoes as my wife but she copped 'em at Aldo
Modern day MJ with a off the wall
Ah the blues
The ball and chain that is 'round every English musician's leg
In fact every musician's leg
Tryin' to kick it off baby?
No no.
Pssh, man, I need a lighter, man (right here)
Yeah, what's up, Slim? (What's crackin'?)
Hit this shit (Shit, I almost hit this motherfucker today)
the atmosphere
We gon' take a look around and get the hell up outta here
We gon' double check that it's habitable and livable for man
And no matter what happens
Cut-Creator
He circumcises DJ's while he's on the airwaves
Till the missions' complete, you're a musical slave
English revision he endure any collision
Like
[Talking]
Oh, here I come
Stand up and plant your feet
Listen I'm letting off steam
Now throw your hands in the air
Let loose I don't
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
seems like everything is all Satan
[1st Verse]
In the new millennium
You can't play with nobody's mind
Man
Deliberately messing up a good thing
It's easier not to be wise
And measure these things by your brains
I sank into Eden with you
Alone in the church by and by
I'll read to you here
the class
(Boom boom, boom boom love it up)
Guitar
If theres a freak in here
Looking for someone like me
I fit that description perfectly
Talking behind his back, you a hater for that
I don't expect nothin' less in the game of chess
You think five moves ahead and not behind
Jumped up
still on the first lane
Baffled, didn't even know my name
Fainted, too much shock in my brain
Surrounded by paramedics and feds
Trying to get up but
tryin' to maintain
With a little Mary Jane on the campaign
Whip by you in the fast lane
Only act like this 'cause of black pain
Fuck your cancel
bad I go to pieces"
If you want it, Boys, get it here, thing
Well, on the street where you live I could not hold up my head
For I put all I have in
(If you leave now or never)
She's praying in the sand like she's the last samurai ('rai)
It's a stick up, stick up and a pick up, pick up
Telling
now).
(She won't get up,she won't go out, baby! what's it all about?
Why,why,why,why,why?!)
Well,in simple english I'm lazy,I want to be lazy,
I
freak flag unfurled
Drinkin' wine with
Orpheus in the Underworld
The modern robber barons
Still reign from their snake pit
While you elect another
in the back taking quarters and handling racks
And I told him, "Red, come up here, glue 'em up tight
That brandy had me feeling warm, I tipped that
set
Before you press the reset- let this ease in
Hiphop is like the seasons, it comes and goes, your modern day Rome
Refocus on my scope
My ninjas!
you’re nasty, too
never saying what you mean
plastic smile from me to you
still finding
designing modern love
modern love in camouflage
cuz you can never
need bullets, hurry up run!
I put a clip in the gun, and pointed at his lungs
We both drew at the same time and stood stunned
Go ahead, shoot me, but
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