Lyrics:
MISSISSIPPI
ayo 80 kicking on the 1-0-61
ayo moving brighter than the flash out a shotgun
ayo it’s party time
word to my man Stan got the party
ownership and the 2nd amendment. There really is a double standard and the double standard is defined by race.
It's NIC McG and MISSISSIPPI; two paranoid
Mass hallucination baby
Ill education baby
Want to reconnect with your elations?
This is your station baby
Look inside these walls and you see
rewarded by being tired in the morning
Manifesting? Man if you stopped resting you'd accomplish something
Count on me like Mississippi
Slowly ridin' through
Are you ready to unleash
LYRICAL MASS
Open the latch
Lyrically blont
Its a fact that I stick out above the average
Split ya cabage my flows raw
a church choir's singing high
Out on the Mississippi
A steamboat chugs by
Oh Lord
I love the blues
It’s the blues I love
Oh Lord
I love the blues
It's in my
Peets and J.D. happy
And set me wild and free
Then I danced out of Mississippi
To the University of Bourbon Street
I sang, "Hey (hey), Pocky A-way"
since I'd hardly stopped
And it was in Paris France somehow by chance that I took the Bible out
And as I flipped the pages I saw these words and I
shone in the east and what a dream it was
In London Town I walked around Piccadilly Circus
A mass of people movin' here and there I wandered where
the Bullock Family Mass Choir sings it, it can go from 4 minutes to 10 minutes like a revival song.
Gather in your tools, your work is all done. Gather in your
Verse 1
Well when I was kid I'd take a trip
every summer,
down to Mississippi.
To visit my granny in her ante bellum world.
I'd run barefooted all
Paris France somehow by chance that I took the Bible out
As I flipped the pages I saw these words
And I knew what it was all about
For I read, "Fear not
out his dead body
You never heard of me
So I surgically
Inserted myself permanently
With diversity
I dive into the words that tend to be
Made
we gotta do is carry out his dead body
You never heard of me
So I surgically
Inserted myself permanently
With diversity
I dive into the words that tend
at midnight mass
Get those church bells ringing
It’ll be over by Christmas
We’ll hear those sweet choirs singing
Yes we’ll hear the sweet choirs singing
pushes against the barriers set up by the jazz police to try to see what will be going on. Hidden inside the egg is the Norwegian Radio Orchestra, all its
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
the tracks, check my shoe size
Don't ever choose sides
Never need a truce to cruise by, but a drug is crucial for lewd dimes
Grew to recruit highs
En route
and flipped himself
Inside out
Would he fall out and die
Is that true poppa Wu
A close up of the I reveals a celestial sight, oh my
Does everything we see
From
to find out the master's name.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Close to the edge, just by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
tryna make a friend
Trapped inside of someone they’re not meant to be
Tryna fit a name instead of feeling free
Addiction to priorities, doing out
to stack higher
I got the crowd praising for me like a mass choir
I had my concerns of others who wanna judge me
At the end of the day, I just wanna be loved
to find out the master's name.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Close to the edge, just by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
thrusting in and out, her meaty, plump cunt vacuuming the prick of the hatebeast, sucking it inside her womb, uterus overwhelmed by the sheer size of his apex
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