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were J. Edgar Hoover, and he coulda proved to you He had King and X set up Also the party with Newton, Cleaver and Seale He ended, so get up Time
Bond for a running mate, Now if the CIA, and the IRS, and the FCC, Found out that J. Edgar Hoover and the FBI owned stock in AT&T, And the UAW,
and J. Edgar Hoover, Gee, that was fun and a half. When you've been through Herbert and J. Edgar Hoover, Anything else is a laugh. I've been through
my enemy Enemies, enemy, when will I see? Enemies, enemy R.I.P. Where you gonna run when God want to do ya? J. Edgar Hoover, I wish I woulda
Yeah, I'm talkin to all the J. Edgar Hoovers That are still left in there All the big brothers that are watching I hope you're listenin Cause the bad shit
Edgar Hoover
To leave to Switzerland, type maneuvers
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Through the eyes of an everyday, street veteran
Chased for Presidents, throw up
Hmm, hmm, hmm, j'ai des doutes j'ai des affreux, Hmm, hmm, hmm, les affreux de la creation, Hmm, hmm, hmm, comprenne qui veut pas si con, Hmm,
rap about protect They loosin' the manuevers that Edgar Hoover reenacted Being on my black shit, they be tryna silence me But to do that shit, they
might get hyper just like positive on a night shift Fresh wes is the smoothest show and prover Like j. degar hoover, I make a ? ? ? maneuver Ain't no
with gonnorrhea I'll do a freak show in North Korea, burning the flag while Jay Edgar Hoover politicians dress up in drag Try to confuse you, makin'
the wheels Hold 'em up I'll show you how we rep-in-the-south Tall tees, jeans creesed, J's step in the south And any hater runnin up finna get left in
We're all doomed! Leo Tolstoy: Yes! Honoré de Balzac: Oui... Edgar Allen Poe: Aaaarrrggghhhh! Charlotte Brontë: Hello... Emily Brontë: Hello... Anne
before the ganja's gone, da summa [Chorus: x4] Pass the E and J, Koop. Then let's take a ride and shoot To the high school, North Side where
G's, Hoover Crips and the 40's School Yard, Shotgun, Averline too Won't sleep on the S.C.C. crew And if the D.L.'s, Pueblos and Nic's want to choose this
cause J.B., stay up homie If you locked in the box keep making it through Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you You looking at a man
keep makin' it through Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you To my brother Mikey Mike, stay up homie To my 'cause J.B., stay up homie