Lyrics:
Yeah the Graveyard back, yeah
Black Rain
(Mixed by) Graveyard pack
Jail house crowded
Black rain, black rain
Jail house pack
Graveyard crowded
Yeah the Graveyard back, yeah
Black Rain
(Mixed by) Graveyard pack
Jail house crowded
Black rain, black rain
Jail house pack
Graveyard crowded
A new obscenity laced rap video from the cousin of an unarmed man shit to death
by the L.A.P.D. appears to threaten the lives of police officers
a maniac
Go and tell the whole world Mr. Pain is back
So get them thangs out, you betta lock up ya house
And tell the cops they let the animals out
Break
episode
Man a gangsta from man a war wid
Stone and hose and and sword
Dem a badman a yard and big fraud a broad
Bad inna dem house but a big punk a road
Dem
Of course she was delighted! she creaked a little bit,
And some old birds flew off of her
Hey, mr. tambourine man, play a song)
Billy told ethell they
Man decided to rent out Mr. Chewbacca to a group of hunters
They tied Mr. Chewbacca out in the woodsand gobbled at him
And he gobbled back
Everytime he
out the house
You know I know the camera's following (me to)
I know they taking pictures, right Drama
Hey man, you watch it I live it, you dig that
clapping
Cole Alexander playing a guitar riff
Tyler playing and recording the tambourine
Tyler recording his verse on DEATHCAMP
Live performance
the phone up in his hand.
Each time the County Sheriff stopped by
A part of Mr. Jones would die
And from his eyes the tears began to run
And he began to pray
were slavers and poor-man crushers.
Meanwhile, Jerilderie's newspaper editor a man named Mr Gill was chasing up a story.
He'd heard about four new
(tryin' to live)
Can't get a break down here (can't seem to get a break down here)
Another black man killed by police again
Another child with a father
the game
(it's just not the same)
Unless it's Gilla House, and Wu-Tang Clan, in the house, cop them thangs
Live together and (pop the chain), know your
Fat Joe the Don!
And Mr worldwide reporting live from the east
Ross the boss, Mr mauricio
I know paper, can buy the newspapers
Millions now, billions
Did you know Mr. Moore's boss?
The one who was the cause of this loss.
The man who set the tone
Not to leave the girls alone
So down they each fell
because my hunger?
Mr. America young black niggas want ya
I want to talk to the man understand
Understand this motherfucking G-pack in my hand
Look what
because my hunger?
Mr. America young black niggaz want ya
I want to talk to the man understand
Understand this motherfuckin G-pack in my hand
Look
Outta one came many, Electric Man runnin through the Electric City
Ruled and govern by electricity, it's like a dream
Our superiors are pathetic
the camera's following
I know they taking pictures, right Drama
Ay man, you watch it I live it, you dig that
Y'all sit back relax get some popcorn man
I'm
Real talkin nigga
Man I'm all about my cash flow
Nigga I'm the shit my momma
Had me out her asshole nigga I be actin'
Nigga know that we mackin'
far away.
Then where should I go?
Where should I head to?
How can I live
leaving the old farm?
At that moment,
some sparrows flew by
and said
it felt fabricated
It had to be real
Cause I felt intimidated by cops
The city's crowded
With projects and row houses
Everybody's acting bout it
I
hold me back I
(Keep a heater by the big dog)
I never wanna hold you back I
(A nigga gotta get this dough)
I just wanna live my life, live my life, Live
ya (yeah)
About 5'4", my .45 is live (uh, uh)
Don't ya get live? Never judge your man by size (uh, yo)
[Chorus]
I'ma do my thang,
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