Lyrics:
TRG we making that cream
People get fooled it ain't easy as it seems
You can rock on till the break of dawn
But one by one your ass is gone
I got
a hunnert-and-ten of 'em
I says, "Pig Pen, they just didn't have no faith
"They definitely gone ten-seven."
By the time we got into that Piccadilly Town,
'Bout half
be prepared and good luck
The moon is rising
Over this broken land
But now your mind is forfeit
And the crows are coming back
The game of life, russian
darling,
Lovely Almi.
To live with you, in seclusion, but not in poverty
Our life real, harmonious, beautiful
Should you have a darling child by me no more
deck
We in the deck of Radio Raheem’s boombox
Talking “Fight the Power” boom, the knock might devour
And your mind will take flight
But won’t land for 5
can do
He's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name though this disapearing land
But hidden in his coat is a red right
The princess from the square that's painted red
Please defect my Russian queen
So we can dine at Momma Rosalee's
We'll drink the finest wines from the bar
But hidden in his coat is a red right hand
You don't have no money? He'll get you some
If you haven't got no car, he'll get you one
You've got no
They askin' me how I does it
Bitches come in by the dozen
I just been sippin real drank
And, you probably sip robitussin
I keep that K like a russian
I
Sank about a hunnert-and-ten of 'em
I says, "Pig Pen, they just didn't have no faith
"They definitely gone ten-seven."
By the time we got into that
a lawless land
Rings of fire closin’ in too fast
Can’t change the past
Wash me clean in the river turn red
Lost in a lawless land
Sinkin’ down fast
But hidden in his coat
Is a red right hand
You don't have no money?
He'll get you some
You don't have no car?
He'll get you one
You don't have
But hidden in his coat
Is a red right hand
You don't have no money?
He'll get you some
You don't have no car?
He'll get you one
You don't have
any debate gainst this millennial
He won't surrender no effin Russian miracle
I was in a savage mood
Putin's in one too
Had to take the noose
Wrap it
enemies
US and Russian hard marines
As they are fighting side by side
The last besiege for ISIS murderer machines
As YPG comes to the tide
Thousand Kurdish
AT ALL
In the streets nigga heart pray he go by the code
Can't get Fubu no discount
I just rock some bo"s
I piped her up
Paid for her appointment
For Dr.
Don't take no mess from no one
American Made
Build to last
American Made
From the future to the past
American Made
Quality
American Made
by you and me
and smitten-yeah
You're a shooting star
Starshine I'm bathing, bathing in your light
Can we go to Mars?
Flying past the moon shooting past the stars
'Till we land
cheap labor and fat profits by selling, to you
Before you say what I think, take a deeper look
Why are these people so poor that they need this work
No
of Russian roulette
Beautiful misery in company
Bandidos surround the lifeless
Waking from a kick to the head
Threatening life – run like hell!
To land in
Leave it in the past
Breakdance and boogie, my love
This is 1971
I crave that brain and that flesh
Cups of tea and gums that bleed red
Say you wrap
Despite overtures by the allies
The Ottomans decide to join with the Germans
They will wage war for their ancient territory they'll fight
Their
of dreams
I think I stole a kiss or two while rolling on the clicking
wheels of trains
Trains
All our lives were a whistle stop affair
No ties or chains
a nice day!
Defecting russian dance into Hockney prints
Exclusive to Bloomingdales, gift-wrapped in red
From the land of blue rinse
They boggle
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