Lyrics:
On the mosty cruel
Henry Hall and David Lloyd betty Grable too
Hello, this is John, speaking with his voice
(Huh) We're all very happy to be able
To talk to you
I gave this hustle everything I got (thing I got)
Always kept it real from the very start (very start)
Niggas ain't thorough like I always start
Give me liberty or give me death
I'll fight the power until my very last breath
Donald, I'm excited for this threesome
Where'd you hear about this
bastards, therefore y'all have to be blasted
I got a torch for what chu have magically crafted
You are mentally competent enough to imagine the ashes
I break
from the hood too long
A lot of things have changed
Since you've been gone
I done been locked and jocked for
The shit I've been claimin'
All that
the very profit I make to the people I make it from
If this is radicalism, it comes automatically to most of us in show business
It being generally agreed
Thankx a fuckin heaps for letting me use this very private
E-mail address. You truly are fucking legend
Peace out
keep me warm
We'll start a new path, we'll start from the past
We'll start a revolution, carried by the weight of the art
We'll start by cleaning up
are the facts
Since the word got back to me
Just as fast as a fax
'Cause I got cash in the jack
Askin me what I'm doin
How you gon' work this hard
was most provoking, oh
He twiddled and twirled his wee mustache
Says he, you're only joking, oh
For the sandbags are so warm and high
The wind you
was most provoking, oh
He twiddled and twirled his wee mustache
Says he, you're only joking, oh
For the sandbags are so warm and high
The wind you
of Pleasure+ for +Jack the Ripper+
Young players fall quicker from chicks and hard liquor (ahahah)
But uhh, he's +Bad+, he got +The Power of God+
In the Four
outside your door.
You ain't seen nothing like it.
No, you ain't seen nothing like it,
Not since the Civil War.
Coming over the hill are the boys
Ortega / J. Robertson)||I don't need you to love me|I need you to hear me out|All these words that were trapped in my heart|Are finally free from my
it all from us
It's time you paid the price
I know I'm wrong
I know it's all in my head
The road to the future
Will be paved by you instead
But I will
to me
I mean, it all seems necessary (what?)
For this money, by all means necessary (yes sir)
If you messed up, it's very rare you get a pass
We
and things that's materialistic
You want to pip on, imperialist with
Food for thought, cause I'm the shelter
I'll be your clothes, keep you warm and help
against you, me I'm just, invincible
Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be Broke in Harlem
That's that, who made this style, solo or X
Are
leave you
Halfway through the wood
Do not let it grieve you
No one leaves for good
You are not alone
No one is alone
Hold him to the light now
the news
Yeah, man, there's hope for you
You just got to get up and dance
cnd maybe read some books by Malcolm Nance
Red chips exploded all over the world
thing for me in this fucked up world
And do you believe in love?
Hold on tight when demons come
It'll be alright, no need to run
Stay with me tonight,
a washing machine
I said, "Fellas, what are all those wings for?"
They said, "For hanging clothes out to dry"
I said, "You fools, take that washing machine
Smock?
SMOCK
May I remind you that since we are traveling at a rate of Walk Factor III, that our collision with that turkey, thirty-eight seconds ago,
off
By barricades, soldiers and all
Received orders from The King
To let no one enter at all
For all of The King's celebrations
This was protocol
Then
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