Lyrics:
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
BASTARD
IF THEY THINK THEY'RE GONNA CATCH ME
THEY'RE ALL IN A DREAM
CAN'T A POOR BOY WORK IN PEACE
I NEED TO MAKE ME A SHILLING
I SELL MY WARES
bastards and racist by design
Cops aren't bad everywhere all the time
But all cops are bastards and racist by design
Police Control
I feel it in my bones
bastards
I nick stereos, videos and TVs
But when I'm feeling nice I helps cats out of trees
I'm really nice but you don't know that
Because I'll beat you
like
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da couple of bullets are comin' your way then it jam
Like god damn
Then I pick up somethin' quicker, start killin' everything
of valor, for the
entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel
that no man yet has fought with it and lived! Bones of four fifty
men lie
to sellin raps, name your theme
My rise to the top, floatin on this cream
Who the hell want to stop me, I hated those who doubt me
A million ReFugees with
the transactiont
Fantastic
Another checkmate by the Grandmaster
What happened
Misunderstanding and malice
Those bastards
Which bastards
Those bastards
Always doing
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
Pick it up
I been on the flex since flex zone
Neighborhood all in your eardrums
I ain't never scared like bone crush
of straw and
patient animals standing around. The mother nods by the side
of the child. Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks
you rock will
Not make the swelling go down
Try settlin' down, we strapped
Mad chrome to grip
Last cat that had a bone to
Pick is a skeleton now
This
When they take and part
And breaking apart
Who swim with the sharks
Pick at the eyes,
pick at the brain
Pick us, your wretchedly
sick
to sellin raps, name your theme
My rise to the top, floatin on this cream
Who the hell want to stop me, I hated those who doubt me
A million ReFugees with
in them sad old songs settled deep in a poor boy's bones
And I vowed I'll someday pick and sing in Nashville
So my older sister Nell like a true blue
of us
And if those ancestors speak in a tongue of drought
A breath charred by the desert sun too long left out
A dream splintered by what they've gone so
conscious free
Your now rollin with the sounds of the be -A-D
be -O-why, niggaz don't be that fly
Niggaz don't see sun and we those guys
[Loon]
Check it out,
(We got London on da Track)
We're not against rap
We're not against rappers
But we are against those thugs
It's the thuggish ruggish bone
It's
to the end
And I've got a bone to pick with you little human
Bone to pick with you little human being
I've seen where you've been
And I don't like it
on the gallows tree
The crows will pick your bones"
And our ship was high upon the sea
When pirates came along
But the soldiers on our convict ship
Were
condemned men, the Final Solution's our end
Those too fragile and poor got no right to exist
Reinstate the National Razor's blade
And lead them
keeping you living
The murder is upon you when
There is to no forgiving so I take the soul
Let the crows pick the bones
Blood leaking out the vein will have
those gangsters
I'm allergic to those bullets
They say Sho be a rapper or a hooper
In Golden State, I'm a warrior surrounded by those shooters
Dad
on the gallows tree
The crows will pick your bones"
And our ship was high upon the sea
When pirates came along
But the soldiers on our convict ship
Were
art
Pardon, cadaver had a legitimate pulse
And littered volts all over the village where the skittish pigeons molt
Bastard polter-gasps when the pigeon
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