Lyrics:
exploited.
Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm
And hand-held flame-throwers.
The poor and underprivileged are raped and tormented
By leaders who
Boston in the nineties, Hallows, and James
After the civil war, there was just your remains
Cambridge and Quincey in the love with the garden
On a bright summer's evening I chanced to go roving
Down by the clear river I rollicked along
I heard an old man making sad lamentation
He was
Never too worried bout an old flame,
Start to see clear like my old name,
Not tryna cop me a gold chain,
Tryna fill the pot, need the whole thang,
blurrin'
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to slurrin'
Uh-oh, you can call me R. Kelly now, you're in
Trouble, what's occurring before, after,
at, or ying dat,
we winning dats big facts, Nar brudda it’s big facts it’s big facts,
harry pots don’t wave his wand it’s a
lie,
I’ll swing my shank
road by myself
The battles carry on
For all the times I've been at war in my head Just thinking where I went wrong
Now I could care less, truthfully
the doctor,
"She's very low," he said;
Went back to see my baby
Good God! She's lying there dead.
I went down to old Joe's barroom,
On the corner by
your ho back but she stuck to me
RIP Mike and Pistol Pete
New to you, but it's old to me
Walking in flames, I can't see my feet
All of you niggas
pass it
Hit by a corn on the old block, nah
Bun a fat zoot with a neek, hell nah
Go on my knees for a fed or gyal (never)
I’ll never forget that day I
Kim gordon and kelly deal
Polly harvey made me feel real
Tina weymouth and wendy james
For kim wilde I was burning in flames
Juliana hatfield
a Game
Every time I hop up on the track it's a flame
What's my name
TURO
Now you know my name
I'm insane and I'm in pain
Listening to Rick James
Thinking
So yeah, basically
A lot of people ask me how life was then
So here it is
My old home smelled of good birth
Boiled red beans, kernel oil
a plastic FN, a lil' under 4 pounds (woah, woah)
I send a jet to Miami to pick up his old pounds (O's, get it)
My bro got the shout it the long way
Repeat
Jay-Z off of "Jigga That Nigga"
"I'm old school like my dad is"- J-Ro on De La Soul's "My Writes"
"True, that's old school"- Mos Def on BlackStarr's
none of my own.
Now come all ye young men that's inclined to get married
Take my advice and let the women alone.
For by the Lord Harry, if ever
A very old friend came by today
'Cause he was telling everyone in town
Of the love that he just found
And Marie's the name of his latest flame
A very old friend came by today
'Cause he was telling everyone in town
Of the love that he just found
And Marie's the name of his latest flame
I'll take myself a walk around the block.
Till she comes back to dance the Castle Rock.
(Go get em, Harry [James], for old time's sake)
I'm mad
here is the damned old damned old flame.
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He likes to take advantage of the stories
"Slow Jamz
" holla at your man
Old school like Melle Mel
Or we could go to the D where Drelle Drel
Or DC, PG, or ATL
Back in Chi, I mean my life like
the same hustle, cause you know it's all the same thing
Bitch I'm from the gang gang, the land of the gang bang
Big game James 42 up on my jersey mang
This music thing has always been a part of me
As young as maybe even five years old
With my father and uncles
And aunts even
They all were part
Street
Who call themselves The Fugs
In April
They record by Harry Smith doing the
Punkiest songs yet to exist
Lo-fi noisy shit about poetry, sex and drugs
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