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hands are not idle
And you back up on me too
I can note that you want i'm what you want
Ooh he got lied to
And he shoulda known better
Now there's nothing

Gold Spoon

Buju Banton

RAS Reggae

2004

a you a di best without doubt
Go an tell di world say Buju be run di rota
What I'm talking it is not word a mout

Gyal to how look good yuh mek me haffi

Psychedelic, stained glass casting her jade and rouge 
Barbed wire forehead, with a point to prove 
Idle fiction, woven silk into her mouth

I never really thought
We'd ever meet again
But faith deals out the hands
We must take what is chosen
When in an idle glance you appeared
Time was

these words, boy
The holy Chapel, the tabernacle
The book of Matthew and Jesus starin' at you, take your turn, boy
See it's going to take a whole lotta

and I don't mind
Idle time with idle hands, by demand I'm back
I plan to snap, the phantom rap God that's off his fucking rocker again
I blast off in

the fame and to dive in the bags
He only wish he had time to rap more
He looks up at his idles and says

I just wanna be like you
I just wanna be like you

Spirits deceiving
Tongues in disguise
Hollow words that lie
Beneath so many
Fallacies of the dead
La mentira se esconde
Bajo mantos indiferentes

Don't give a fuck if I ain't worth your while
Now that am getting words out i feel versatile
Meanwhile you be crashing, like you lost your stockpile
I be

Did you know McDougall, then
He could cheer you up, no end
With a word and just a smile
I wish you could have known him

Simple, tried too hard

checks I'm skipping work
Found no love she block out my words
Can't find love I'm feeling hurt
Alone part five I feel like Kurt
Fuck love
Love my idles

Alone, jealous and stoned

Idle kids with idle hearts
Some of them went too far
Some still waiting there

Sitting at home, what am I doing?
Boy waitng by

way to some bridges catch me under em
Ain't satisfied with my life while I write this
Idle my glance cuz I'm hazy I'm high bitch
Glazy my eyes and I'm

of the growing pains
You'll learn to live with it someday
Even if it doesn't feel that way
So what if it's wasted time
It stays inside and preys on your idle brain

by an impassive apathy
Idle in the face of inevitable ruin we remain until we rectify this menace

These futile words do our cause injustice but like

play you on that street don't pass the curb
While I'm looking out the window With Mrs. while I observed
Like Word
Damn
I might fuck around and Fly
I

can claim title of deceased
It's rightful to say its vital
To watch my world crash in a spiral
Watch my frightful idle
Shit will get spiteful
Fuck you

If you see a pair of idle hands sitting in your lap
Pick up that slack Don't Hold Back
Chase your dreams follow the path
See mama caught a case

I been trapped in this cycle that's Spiteful
I been stuck in this spiral that stifles
My mind all the time, feeling idle
Gotta find my way, away
So I

and still (Quite and still)
So I'm back in the field, hot or chill
Fuck being home idle
Hold the cash with the left, left, left, left, left, left, left
Then I

entitled
Told that nigga if he got a Blick, I never die so fuck all my rivals
And when I climb to the top of this shit, fuck all my idles, fuck all my idles

On some murder them all
Yes I heard of them all
Awesome word smith attributes I'm ahead of them all
If it's crafted from my cerebrum it leaves em all

I never saw you again
Than to pass idle chatter between us
When so much has passed between us
And I’d rather I never saw you again
Than to pass idle

got the aim greatness is pain
Im blessed up I been using words like affirmation and proclaim
Propane how I'm gassed up in a bad whip like a bad slave