Lyrics:
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Ten percent literal
Ninety percent metaphor
Three thousand some poems disguised as people
On an almost too perfect day
Must be more than
ain't never smoked nothin'
If you tryna stick around I might just show somethin'
Smoking "Black Afghan"
Hash oil in the joint that's some "Mac 10"
One
the staph
I always had the gift of gab ailens gave me the gift of math our souls ar tied cant get them back
Theres oil by the fuckin border conspiracy theory
getting older
By the pool there lies a goddess draped in oil and strings today
She looks about the shape and size of those I used to play
But I'm weary
One, two, one, two, three, quattro
John was living in Ocean Beach,
California with his girlfriend, Julie, when he decided one day,
"Hey, Jule,
three days
This is the deal baby Jesus is the Real man the King man
Chorus x 2
Zamba Na Nti
Za men za men a ne Nti
Zamba Na Nti
Za men za men a ne
head in the clouds
Clouds in my head
Got my head in the clouds
Walking on a cloud
Hey
How could you let this opportunity pass you by, pass you by, oh
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
Six
Five
Four
Three
Two
One, happy new year
Uh, it's a new world, it's a new world
It's a new world, it's a new world
Voice: "Day turns Night" x8
[Aesop Rock]
Night Light suckas..
Put one up shackle me, not clean logic procreation
I did invent the wheel, in
on they face oil of O'lay and shit
I...belive in takin my time
Tony Hawk BMX I'm on my grind
Just like the sun I shine
R.I.P X a real dawg neva die
We are
the game like three at the buzzer
Harder than the prison wall
Hitting y'all all
Up in critical condition it's official
When my clique involved
Listen y'all,
Get up, wake up, open your eyes
Take up, Puerto Rican judo class (Puerto Rican Judo)x3
That's, the only alternative that, you have to pass
Living
the reality behind it
Once upon a time, we were told that nationalization would prevent growth
by limiting competition,
that our countries were nothing
nur danke sagen für Idee in dein Kopf
Mit dem rappen und so (pow, pow)
Weil mach 2 von 10 Hausaufgaben
Vielleicht mach sie fertig nach session und so
praise
Everyday
Gyal ah gimme play
So I must be a game
I get a girl everywhere I stay
No funny guy ting
Ah pure gyal mi praise
GAME
Written by Lyrik3
happen
Is migraines, the x-rated though remains
We relaxing, and you nagging me for the agony
To your anatomy, by the fractions
Your measurements,
a claustrophobic trapped on the Titanic
[Chorus: x3]
Mother fuckas
Comin straight for ya jugular vein
With my double edged blade
Committin' adultery the lords temple is the
Source of this hypocrisy
Convicted felons NORE
3rd strikin' ouncin' lowkey - incogni
In neighborhoods - foreign
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
Six
Five
Four
Three
Two
One, happy new year
Uh, it's a new world, it's a new world
It's a new world, it's a new world
and miles
Some move oil or fruit.
Everytime a train goes by, I wonder what could be inside
Choo Choo, here comes the train X2
It’s rolling on the tracks,
But sometime I feel like I'm ten foot three
When everybody look at me like I'm a freak
Begging please, won't you
Let the freaks come out to play, oh
If
We back to relapse
On a block called "The Trap, "
Its windows blackened with rap
To them ten strong in the hack
Dragging this song
We back to redact
Yo, Yo... what was i....?
Ladies pukin' when they see me, 9 out of 10 women
But the one freak who about it, I put my thing in 'em
X 3
Ladies puking
growin' a mad ting (bang)
We got UK cheap and eighths for the low
Three-five go five for the damn ting
I paid three G's for the hand ting (ha)
Can your
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