Lyrics:
and graces, correct easy paces
Without food so long I've forgot where my face is
I'm Bert, Bert, I haven't a shirt
But my people are well off you know.
Bert is progressive, I'm so fucking progressive
Based on me and you being gay
There's gonna be enough of you for me and
Enough of me for you, I know
By Bert Jansch
Tell me, what is true love?
Tell me, how shall I know?
Shall there be a sign, like autumn
That brings the winter snow?
Well love is
ERNIE, Bert is dead Ernie,
Meet Bertie Crougar, Bernie Ernie...
Oh no bert, no!
Take it like a puppet Ernie.
Oh no bert! no!
Take it like a puppet, I'm
Things may go wrong, but
Ya gotta stand tall."
"Well I know," Bert said, "but well...that ain't all. My hair's falling
Out, the roof leaks when it rains,
For Bert and Ern' if they're both found dead
Grouch is a big thug, carries a 'K
And somebody's always getting carried away
When he come around trippin'
comes with perks cute butt big breast
Gotta hook now I’m Bert, but life is still a test
We just gotta learn, 'til diamonds on my neck
Light it with a Bic
up to something
Selling cracks sack by sack so they could function?
Well, yes and no
Yes we were selling it
But no, it wasn't blow
Cook it in
terrible weather
Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhymin'
To all, rise and shine, give
up to something
Selling cracks sack by sack so they could function?
Well, yes and no
Yes we were selling it
But no, it wasn't blow
Cook it in
it
You're mad wack on a Mic but you swear that you ripped it.
(Chorus)
1900s Bert Williams got poetic on a track;
Then the Harlem Renaissance put
control?
You notice your style is well original
This man, makin' money
How I know
It wont be no man of me
In my bed I watch TV
I'm drunk by noon
control?
You notice your style is well original
This man, makin' money
How I know
It wont be no man of me
In my bed I watch TV
I'm drunk by noon
the mic control?
You notice your style is well original.
This man, makin money,
How I know.
It won't be no man of me.
In my bed I watch T.V.
gots more songs than
Your neighborhood bootlegger
Swingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker
Cuter than Booker, a real good looker
(Bert laughs)
Yeah,
for the worse and it's on me like a curse, things changed for the worse
Sentenced to the death by the Thing, four conspirators 'gainst our king
Led
control?
You notice your style is well original
This man, makin' money
How I know
It wont be no man of me
In my bed I watch TV
I'm drunk by noon
control?
You notice your style is well original
This man, makin' money
How I know
It wont be no man of me
In my bed I watch TV
I'm drunk by noon
play when you feel it
J Bert is dreaming this big
I nearly touch feet
Protect all my queens
I never been cheating
I lie just to win
Fuck all other beings
didn't even listen to ya shit, i just saw that ya tagged me thought what da fuck is this, k p told me that ya'll were gonna do it and i ain't believe him
taking losses
Only learning lessons
God's promises is all I see
Just know they call me King Bert that's prophesy
I just live my life
I'm just tryna be
approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard but still hardly rhyming
To all (rise and shine) give God the glory
I already give a percent of mine
"Yo whoop it there it is" call me E cause I equal MC's squared
In the bed marks know I got the key to get the girls
Noses open like the vapors, more
low part
This is how I go (That's beautiful, Bert)
La, la la la la la, la la, la la
La, la la la la la la
Sung by all 3 together:
When we put them all
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