Lyrics:
a learner's fee
How to turn your girlfriend to a circus freak
Cool by the word of Keith, fabric by the hand of Zeus
Acting like you fucking with me, that's
my shot and it's wet
Prolly can tell by the net
Give me that rock and that shot you ain't blockin
We run down the court like a jet
Might have to tell
it is, East West all day
I go by the name of- ahh don't worry 'bout that
(All around the world) Come take a trip, ma
(All around the world) Come
Cartel. We got all the guns that you need to feel secure, provided by the Weapons industry. Kid Rock heaven. All you have to do is stay in your place and do
out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock (uh, uh)
Well, I'm the the toe tapper, yes, the hand clapper
From the middle school like the educated
out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock (uh, uh)
Well, I'm the the toe tapper, yes, the hand clapper
From the middle school like the educated
Yo, sound guy ova deh suh
Watch e sound
Under seventeen or yuh over sixteen?
Under seventeen or yuh over sixteen?
I beg you rock and come in
weak, hands numb, heart beat falling down
Swaying priests watch from the block
Cleaning teeth out from the rock
Courage comes to you in vein
but will you
INDEPENDeNT
{HOOK}
Niggas don't help..
[Im all by myself]
Bitches don't help..
[Im all by myself]
Ima get it how I did it by myself..
[Im all by
the beats, and the breaks
Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place
Cause suckers shake, while I'm creatin
They get together and they start to hatin
How
Huh yeah
Huh yeah
Yes I'm covered by the blood yeah
Yes I'm covered by the blood
Yes I'm covered by the blood yeah
Yes I'm covered by the blood
a quiet place
What you think seems always wrong
What you do it takes too long
I'm not begging any help
I can take it by myself
Stand up, rock out
Through
Had pistols in my hands, had pockets full of Ox
Whole life I been a G, had bitches on the block
Had strippers on the pole, had cocaine in the pot
Got
From the base motherland
The place of the drum
Invaded by the wack diddie wack
Fooled the black, left us faded
King and chief probably had a big beef
ain't no criminal, you musta know am not a gangster
Hey Mister Police
Man lego me hand you can't take me to the station
I say, please Mister Police
finally the day I take over the stage and put up a big show
I’ll really go away and rock hard those places, that’s my one true goal
Erase that life that’s
This is real talk
I'm a real Brooklyn nigga
This is real talk
I'm talking right by Linden P's
This is real talk
I used to rock Evisu jeans
That's
get two tries
Die if you try to
You trippin' like a gangsta that's
Piru wearin' sky blue
I know a guy who hand missin'
Before a gram of rock to use
that piece to my puzzle
And all my satisfaction
You give me butterflies
Like that song by Michael Jackson
Beautiful as a rainbow
No place that we can't
Hold up, hold up
Quickly now, quickly now
The bass was in your face
The highs make you nature rock
Young ladies in the place
Feel the highs, feel
You never took some time
You never needed praise
You would work your hands to the bone
You would work your hands to the bone
You always made
jailin', can’t save him
Getting dough so the cops take him
Please tell them motherscunt to kick
Rocks and stop hating
All you ever been was a shoulda coulda
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
mind, cuttin breaks with rhymes
Snappin fingers, clappin hands, shakin behinds
Tearin up the place with the beats galore
Within my own world, we're no
Discuss these hand on the place by aesop rock Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In