Lyrics:
Praline: (whistles a bit, then) Hello i would like to buy a fish license, please
Postal clerk: A what?
Praline: A license for my pet fish, Eric
to some ancient injury?
La dee dee, one two three,
Eric the half a bee.
A B C D E F G,
Eric the half a bee.
Is this wretched demi-bee,
Half-asleep
A laa dee dee, a one two three
Eric, the half a bee
A, be, see, D, E, F, G
Eric, the half a bee
Is this wretched demi-bee
Half asleep upon my knee
know this video exists
That know Eric Dubay's name, that know that paleontologists can get riled up by this guy
They're now going to go look
His voice is
to some ancient injury?
La dee dee, one two three,
Eric the half a bee.
A B C D E F G,
Eric the half a bee.
Is this wretched demi-bee,
Half-asleep
constantly heard this voice telling me to
End Things With Girl
Nevertheless I still stayed with her because by then we became one
Our spirits
Our souls
Our
is none
I'm measured with the heat that's made by sun
'Cause I'm playin ball or bobbin' in the hall
Or just writin' my name in graffiti on the wall
is none
I'm measured with the heat that's made by sun
'Cause I'm playin ball or bobbin' in the hall
Or just writin' my name in graffiti on the wall
call The Blarny Stone
Now he's just sung in his mother tongue, "The Ancient Irish Curse"
And cleared the pub completely by the forty-second verse!
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
369 'Cause it is my time
If you wanna relate, relate to my
Power that is ancient what I got in my
Will to thrive 'cause you know I survive
369 'Cause
Shit I don't mind eye for an eye
And when it's time god bless
I wipe my iris, Not guided by terrestrial loss
I sight the bible but I'm the type
of the Imperium assembled before the towering cyclopean walls of ancient Gul-Kothoth. It was some time before the billowing dust cloud raised by the massed arrival
Check it
Turn me up a little bit
Marble stones straight from ancient sites in Rome
Stolen by the Pope and then imported to support their homes
Many
I put the name Microphones on the tapes I would make late at night after work at the record store. I was already by then a couple years deep into
of Franks constructed by our ancestor's hands
(From Erin to Caledonia)
I still hear the ancient warcry
(Ellada to Helvetia)
I still hear the ancient
killing all these unarmed victims
Like Dontre Hamilton And Eric Garner
John Crawford And Laquan McDonald
We had Michael Brown Akai Gurley
Tamir Rice and I
to the past, You'll find out
Ancient values, mysteries and more
Just escape the madness of this hasty world
Rise for your dreams
And leave all this behind
I am
everybody to come
By exercisin' your mind to coincide as one
Then look around and see how packed the party starts to get
I draw a crowd, like
everybody to come
By exercisin' your mind to coincide as one
Then look around and see how packed the party starts to get
I draw a crowd, like
and I'll look out like Tattoo
Okay, I am recognizing that the voice inside my head
Is urging me to be myself but never follow someone else
Because
the mic. Cowboy controlled the crowd incredibly and mcing got redefined by my elder Bizzy B. The stories I tell are all very real. Cause my MC traditions
the mix into the fire
And watch it burn with desire
Ancient one with rotted skin
So old that she has no kin
Luring children with sweet treats
Using their
Reminded every time ol' Eric's being lame
Reminded every time he refers to you without your name
You know depression, well yeah, I'm the sequel
Your
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