Lyrics:
a church
That was visited by stars
But he did have love for
The poor and the theives
And he was in the street
Kind of similar to me, nigga
Mr beck, Mr
Yeah
Yo
Yo
It’s been Four Hundred years
And it’s still whips and chains
Shackled down by man
But the freedom they scream
What rights?
When u always
a show
I feel degraded, purity obliterated
This is all I know and I really hate it
Mr. Minor are you listening? I know that you're a Christian
And got
the letter with the dot
Super-size fries, my pies better be hot
She got it twisted like a cock-eyed bitch
That's why I be in Mr. Chows, you a Popeye's bitch
hid
Who is Mr. X? Who is Mr. X?
Try to forget his name
Who is Mr. X? Who is Mr. X?
That's Mr X of Xmas fame.
While Shepherds watch their flocks by
progress
Let me express, my endeavors were passionate
I didn't take this job just because there was cash in it
Just wanted to enhance the brand to become
intimacy if it hit you in the face
Amateur child’s play
Where the fuck is chivalry these days
If it ain’t steamyyy passionate upgrade your dna typa’ love
I
sound
Dear Mrs Reagan, gun your husband down,
Save us from this awful fate
George Bush will be our next president!
Dear Mr Reagan, your hair is really
they walk, commanding your affection
They need to be needed, deceived by motivation
An opportunity, to further situation
Why they so important, is
run his shit
Lotta sirens passing by the shop
But we still hustling
Searching us for nothing book me
Fuck it no discussing it
Now we right back at it
of a passionate obligation to a roommate
Is this the part where I get all I ever wanted?
Who said that?
Can I get my money back?
Just a little bored in
and freedom by security officers
Yes, it can be said that consciousness is dangerous here
From the seller on the street to the people who build the road
in a cage,
hit it two times u just know i don't claim,
I got the guala,i can't be kicking shit like i'm Dybala,
feel like the president call me Obama,
president and Mrs. Kennedy.
We can't see who has been hit if anybody's been hit, but apparently
Something is wrong here,
Something is terribly wrong. I
At the weakest targets and scream in the name of God
Oh, Mr. President
Its hard to call you this way
Because you should work for all
Not judging on color, gender
WHICH ONE IS WHICH
BY KNOWING WHAT THEY REPRESENT!
(HOOK)
YOUR PRESIDENT, YOUR PRESIDENT
DON'T REPRESENT ME!
I MEAN IT, NOT EVEN
NO, NOT EVEN,
Robinson for President
Without me destruction is imminent
All these bands no more deficit
Mr. West my vice candidate
Do whatever I need to get yo vote
Don't
Never influenced by movements of what the cultures doing
If it ain't congruent wit my dreams I can't get into it
Only time they down with you is if they
a quarter
Half price
Well, my telephone rang it would not stop
It's President Kennedy callin' me up
He said, My friend, Bob, what do we need to make
a quarter
Half price
Well, my telephone rang it would not stop
It's President Kennedy callin' me up
He said, My friend, Bob, what do we need to make
bald and leave it dry and bleeding
It's a sad life for Mr. Chewbacca
And the meanest chicken of them all is a chicken named Ninja
Aww, he was a mean old
make an angel's eyes Hurt
Try not to embarrass him
A seraphim
Pick him up and carry to Chariots
And I'm swearing it's
Like Mr.Goon is one of the 05
Oh my
by a thread
Stuck inside my fervent head
Can't help that I'm passionate
(I'm so passionate)
You put down all that I care about
And it's not even your
Mr. Johnny Cage, running down the rain
Trynna chase down some girls
He is a dreamy boy
Always making noise
Too sure of himself
But a fool sometimes
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