Lyrics:
silly jokers who thinks he can detect us
Super advanced AI chaos theory can't predict us
Jumping out of third story windows, break our necks
'cause we
ethnic culture they can plug a mike to.
The imperialists rub their hands in glee
As the slave-boy hunts out butt-ends in the garbage cans.
Is it any
Diggin up a dead be -boy and watch him as bones break
Like skaters slippin of poles on Real TV
So see me for real CDs and DVDs
Cassettes, vinyl, tailor
Story by Pete Seeger
traditional African music arranged by Rev. HCN Williams and JN Maselwa
Chorus:
Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo
Abiyoyo,
take off them twenties and put them big 23's on
Watchin' the latest DVD's with the TV's on
It's hot AC in winter can turn your heat on
You hear them
Mickey's something in the air
Uncle Ki'i outside Sitting in his chair
My lil homey Loma had the DVD's
His pops used to shoot us hella shit for free
My homies
This is the story of the Liberty of Norton Folgate
Old Jack Norris, 'The Musical Shrimp'
And the cadging ramble
A little bit of this
Would you like
pockets on swell
The number one D-boy, Mr fishscale
I don't fuck around with snitches who tell
Put holes in your brain
Leave bodies to smell
I'm out here
we've been
through
He's a teen now by the way and that's a brand new adventure in itself
Anyway, he goes, Yeah, Mom, I'm fine with it
Tell our story
same color as butter
When I ride by, niggaz be like damn I can't believe it's butter
Believe me dog I ain't never gotta spit
Iced-out grill that says
Or, or "I'm just in love with that girl over there"
So for all the people out there that fall in love with material items
We gonna bump the beat
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
are you into it
Boy are you into this
Boy am I really the one
Have we ended or just begun
Lemme take a step back
Do I need to fall back
Lemme take
Fly-By-The-Seat-Of-His-Pants parasail
Fall, hit the trampoline, bounce and grab a pair of stilts
And I ain't wearin' zilch, zip, zero, nothing, no, nada
Like your father
of the chaos, we find our form
With every stride, we break the mold,
In the midnight rush, our stories unfold
In the city of lights, where shadows dance,
But I
Can only read fax by candlelight
Dead technology
Oh baby be flip phone cause I
Will always be your game-boy
But I
can only read fax by candlelight
Or, or "I'm just in love with that girl over there"
So for all the people out there that fall in love with material items
We gonna bump the beat
love our music slowed down by screw
[Lil' Flip]
Down south lil flip wreckin all these boys
Major labels don't even wanna call these boys
[Lil' Flip]
you're right! Good ear! This is reminiscing music, Oscar!
Oh boy this should be good.
I see you in the living room with an game on your ipad
Oh man
You
Let me tell you a story
About a girl and a boy
He fell in love with his best friend when she's around,
He feels nothing but joy
But she was already
Let me tell you a story
About a girl and a boy
He fell in love with his best friend when she's around,
He feels nothing but joy
But she was already
man Caprice own
You finna take off them twenties and put them big 23's on
Watchin' the latest DVD's with the TV's on
It's hot AC in winter can turn
Cuz I need me that bag and I need me them keys
Young trey big boy now he AP
Used to wanna cop the rollie I was only sixteen
now every day we
that I never lie
So that's the story of the man, myth, legend, the Boss
Now play us out, Miss Amanda, signing off, I'm Hoss
And I fall, yes I fall
Yes
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