Washington Marengo (feat. Zen Stokely)

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The Thought

"The Thought: A Logical Inquiry" is an essay by Gottlob Frege. It was published as "Der Gedanke. Eine logische Untersuchung" in the philosophy journal Beiträge zur Philosophie des deutschen Idealismus (English: Contributions to the philosophy of German idealism) in 1918. It was republished in Mind in English in 1956. In it, Frege argues against idealism and for platonism about thoughts, or propositions. Frege says ideas are private, but thoughts are public. Frege said that such abstract objects were members of a third realm. Frege also argued for a redundancy theory of truth. Quoting Frege, "The thought, in itself immaterial, clothes itself in the material garment of a sentence and thereby becomes comprehensible to us. We say a sentence expresses a thought." more »

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Big Smoke
Learn the lingo
Chilling out on Washington Marengo
Hey Gringo!
What'd you bring, bro?
You don't look like you from 'round the Barrio
De Lunes a Domingo
Leave your headphones and your weed home
You don't wanna look like you're in Limbo
Head on a swivel, Washington Marengo

Washington Marengo
Washington Marengo
Money on he brain, catch me running in the rain
Missed the last train on the way home, yo!
Washington Marengo
Washington Marengo
You ain't with a gang, then you looking kinda strange
Hold on tighter to your change, ho!
Washington Marengo
Washington Marengo
Call it Pasa-Dangerous, where they'll bang out for a fit
Keep your feet moving swift, get away from 'em, yo!
Washington Marengo
Washington Marengo
If you come off like a bitch, or a bum who might snitch
Watch where you drift, catch a fade or a blade for it

I would've been fucked without Tank!
Offered a cup and we friends to this day
Live in the building where he stay and we always matching swishers
We both too big to fit us in a picture
I had jungle juice mixing in the pitcher
On my Twenty-First, if you a bitch you missed it
Cross-fade 'til all of my words are slipping
Quenching any thirst with the liquor hidden
That's flavor!
Back to the slutty behaviors
I don't know nothing 'bout most of the women in my living room
And that's major!
I should throw functions and ragers
Lower my buff around strangers
I need some loving... but who am I bluffing?
If I fucked her now, then I raped her... so later!
That's big facts, I should know that
But it took the opportunity to grow past
I'm so slow, trash, I don't know much
I don't own cash, I ain't gonna stunt
I been programmed by the homesteaders
Fucked and bloodied by the hands of my protectors
So my nose muddy as four letters
And I'm noticing the heaviest of vendettas
I'm the edge that your levee oughta never approach
From the bed to the patio, a couple of smoke
I been stretching all my pennies for a couple of loads
Just too messy when I empty out my mouth with a quote
I been bussing back home every night after working
Try to bind to codes and never mind when you're lurking
I'm just searching for the cops whenever Mary is burning
Won't go murdering the opps, but I don't care to be squirming
Nah

Washington Marengo
Washington Marengo
Money on he brain, catch me running in the rain
Missed the last train on the way home, yo!
Washington Marengo
Washington Marengo
You ain't with a gang, then you looking kinda strange
Hold on tighter to your change, ho!
Washington Marengo
Washington Marengo
Call it Pasa-Dangerous, where they'll bang out for a fit
Keep your feet moving swift, get away from 'em, yo!
Washington Marengo
Washington Marengo
If you come off like a bitch, or a bum who might snitch
Watch where you drift, catch a fade or a blade for it

Rose to occasion, I came up from nothing
Acquainted with pain and related above it
My brain is an oven, I'm baking a dozen
They say that they love you but hate what they covet
I was chilling in Marengo, not enough queso
Eyes red like I'm Kano, sipping Drain-O
Sharper than a blade, in a military raincoat
Sparking up a Jay in the shade that you can't throw
Punches, I swing like a Tank!
F*ck what you think! I'll take the food off your plate!
I took a leap into faith, sinner and saint
We burning down your estate!
I was living in the ghetto, didn't know if I could make it out
Never had the family, just some brothers, couldn't hang around
All these motherfuckers, everybody running, chasing clout
All I ever wanted was to stunt and make my mother proud!
Yuh!

Washington Marengo
Washington Marengo
Money on he brain, catch me running in the rain
Missed the last train on the way home, yo!
Washington Marengo
Washington Marengo
You ain't with a gang, then you looking kinda strange
Hold on tighter to your change, ho!
Washington Marengo
Washington Marengo
Call it Pasa-Dangerous, where they'll bang out for a fit
Keep your feet moving swift, get away from 'em, yo!
Washington Marengo
Washington Marengo
Washington Marengo
Washington Marengo

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