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truck but send cargo by ship? Recite
At a play but play at a recital?
Have noses that run and feet that smell?
English is cuh ray-zee!

How can a slim
will not show us the Grail, we shall take your
castle by force!
GUARD:  You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs!  Go and boil your
bottoms, sons
Whine, whine, whine like that
Whine without mercy
Gyal you know you hold me
And you control like that
She start whining, start bounce
And gone pon di
[Chorus]
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Ridin' by gettin' high
Smokin' on that chronic drinkin' Ol' English
Rags tied gangs signs Letters
I'm in the basement baby, drop on by.

Always stays the same, nothing ever changes.
English Summer Rain seems to last for ages.
Always stay to same,
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
[Chorus]
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Ridin' by gettin' high
Smokin' on that chronic drinkin' Ol' English
Rags tied gangs signs Letters
that english that's broke as hell
That's why my niggaz in the hood understand me so well
Its the modern rap type talk
Used to walk, all over your ears
a state of shock (state of shock)
We start at 2 then go to 10 o'clock (10 o'clock)
10 o'clock the next day that is (day that is)
No matter what city
the sonic dash, running from the cops(cops cops)
Looking side to side, gotta dodge the ops(ops ops)
Cycle just repeats this ain't gonna stop(stop stop)


I
deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like
Roger, roger. Calling, calling, roger, roger, can you read me?
78-78-9, 78-78-9, do you read me? Roger, major!

This is Modern Talking spaceship
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Start off like mama i love you
Your son was always in trouble
You know we came from the struggle
That taught me How to be humble
a few lines before my date with the pearly gates
modern day keats writing sad songs in yeats
full english on my plate, I'm long, not late, mate

Forget
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
'cause my big nuts need room
I'm not old school, or new school, I'm modern school, I'm ditchin'
When my girl starts bitchin' I gets got like a kitchen
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
don’t want no sudden hit, of some pesky modern kid

Time tick tock I build online make sure no app to help me climb by rung by rung I’m getting Hight
Aimless bastards leave us shameless
By the time we're rich and famous
All our art will be forsaken
While you're waiting sides are taken
Nonsense they
never
Speak when you got an open look
And wonder why life pass you by
Walk a path too fly for
Two times half you guys
Lookin at stats you buy it’s
Like
a working girl, in a modern world
She's a working girl

Working nine to five what a
Way to make a living
Barely getting by it's all
Taking and no giving
They
the only artists who worth it
Betting it all
Guess my names Mike McDermott mother fucker
They see Q and then they start blurting
These muthafuckas
I bet they
by a bad crowd
Fuck that shit talking, you a baddie with a fat mouth
I forgive, but don't forget, through all mistakes I'm moving past now
I play with

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