Lyrics:
goodnight
I'm tired of the games all the fake that I see
You wanna be a thug then I hope that's what you be
Cause thugs don't cry imma make you fucking ball
Put a
Put a shark on the (Yeah)
We got (Yeah)
We got (Yeah)
Put a shark head on the pendant, we got great white (great white)
Brodie keep them things
uniting Europe to enslave the
World of human beings
So rise up, there's little time to dance
To the youth in Great Britain, US, and France
Never forget, you
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"You
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I saw your eyes your eyes fall
You didn't wanna cry
So you kept your eyes closed
I could be great i'm on my way
If I
the light
Now you've heard the story of me old rig-a-doo
It's goodnight and God be with you from old Johnny Dhu.
the story of me old rig-a-doo
It's goodnight and God be with you from old Johnny Dhu
we part, it's time for me to say goodnight
Gave you ample time to come and say your piece
Gave you all a eulogy, now you rest in peace
Didn't have
you're stopped by a cop
The difference is, who advances the plot
You have to do it, and I can simply not, because
Baby, I'm the white man
I don't sing
to your indictment
Whether or not you like it, still, number one I hype it
Your album, rewrite it
How many MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, cause
signed ta Diplomat yesterday
What's really good
I mean, I mean the album is done I mean
You know you on the next joint you on my album
I mean what's
'd get stuck
White black white white black White black white white black
Behold
The great people the sacred mass
The starved mass the amazed mass
Behold
I'm the Orson Wells of the rap game
My debut album about to be my Citizen Kane
No disrespect to the greats
But I'm the greatest instead
I only call
the late great, Twista
Fuck all the lyrical shit, bitch
I'm a game spitter
And I tried to told you that I got bars
(Like what?) just like a phone charge
Deal aus
Um "Danke" zu sagen für alles, was mich freut
Schenk ich diesen Track, so
Lang wie ein Album, nun euch
Ich schrieb hundert
Zweihundert,
part the Fuehrer the one part the Pope
It's the inevitable return baby of the Great White Dope
Conclusions you drew proportions you blew
Lost son
blow a pop of fatty or
Or is it for
Chevy losing his grandpa
ANd that pain you can't plan for
What is it
If you need I'll give a hand for
By a, by
Cause you've had a
Relatively short career this is
The second album
And hopefully we can ten more of
These but do you have
Any regrets in this short time
many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have
facts
But you know we don't want fags
I don't even know what I'm gonna say next
All I know is I'm getting distracted by a sext
I need to clear my mind,
you got a back up plan 'cause that shit might come in handy
Started a label, the album is comin' September, just wait on it
This year I'm eatin' your
know I gotta leave with a message
Now as soon as you press play on this album
You hear the turmoil that plagues our surroundings
But I got a few things
erupt like the Boston Mara, um never mind
So by the time you hear this, I probably wrapped an album
Y'all better fuck with this shit, I'm bout'a take you
I think youre a great guy but sometimes I feel like your
Jokes are too much, I can tell you know but im not sure
Feel like with me you act so
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