Lyrics:
what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty rotten scoundrel
On the Southside
In
lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty
of Death"
Play, "Stella by Starlight" for Lady Macbeth
Don't worry, Mr. President, help's on the way
Your brothers are coming, there'll be hell to pay
That's when shit change obama's president
The Steelers won the 6th ring
So I ain’t through trying
I feel like I can do anything
Started small town now we
Yeah, clap your hands
We're having a party
Dancing to the music
Played by the DJ
On the radio
Cokes are in the icebox
Popcorn's on the table
Yeah, clap your hands
We're having a party
Dancing to the music
Played by the DJ
On the radio
Cokes are in the icebox
Popcorn's on the table
Yeah, clap your hands
We're having a party,
dancing to the music
played by the D.J.
on the radio
Cokes are in the icebox,
popcorn's on the table
Me
We're havin' a party
Dancin' to the music
Played by the DJ
On the radio
The Cokes are in the icebox
Popcorn's on the table
Me and my baby
We're havin' a party
Dancin' to the music
Played by the DJ
On the radio
The Cokes are in the icebox
Popcorn's on the table
Me and my baby
Chased by predators
Terrorists with etiquette who vote and kill their president
Their capacity for evil so evident and prevalent
Ain't no hesitation
Chased by predators
Terrorists with etiquette who vote and kill their president
Their capacity for evil so evident and prevalent
Ain't no hesitation
to the radio edit
I'm trying to work on me, work on, work on me
Sweep the floors and other chores
And calls ignored, I'm never bored
Made a list, what was it
played on the radio
It's a no-brainer" Both
Songs are slow-burning, sensual
Ballads that seem slightly at odds with
Meek's traditionally louder, brasher
while copying just like you all Mr. Mime
Know that your hearing's disabled, but y'all still missing the signs
I could fucking speak in Braille and y'all
I’m elastic, Mr. Fantastic tigga
Wishbone nedicine guess I’m supposed to Elephant
Gon’ with the President, use to live on Tennyson
Gon’ with the Diagon
We're havin' a party
Dancin' to the music
Played by the DJ
On the radio
The Coke's out in the icebox
Popcorn's on the table
Me and my
to splurge on effects and reverb
Once that cue system shit hit them ears your brain's gonna curve
Drop the mister two inch, half inch for any edits
Radio
In fifth grade
And start taking
Drumming lessons with Mr. Scott
And that dude
He started me
On the snare
With that
Blue and white book
It's called
to your body (Def Jam All Stars, okay)
And I'm tryna be yours (nice, Radio Killa)
Now she the definition of fine
But I told her that her body looks
Fee fi foe fum (radio edit) by: Mr. Sho'Nuff
Fee fi foe fum
Atlanta is the city A U G is where I'm from
Fee fi foe fum
I don't want no problems, but
your eye's bruised
Easy murder a man
He's a good MC but he can't write tunes
Shouting like the mic ain't switched on
Is that him or Mr wong? You're
and the businessman in compromising poses
Dirty linen done in bed
c sell out between the sheets
cll the Kings horses and Presidents men
Couldn't put Dick back
of the Radio Times
The Bible and those with false teeth
c sick society dropping national health
Stirred up by gay boys protected by their wealth
Now
need a good reason
To let anything rip
Radio's cold
Solar's infected
One by one
I'll knock you out
God is alone
Hardware defective
One by one
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