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You Got a Great Body, But Your Record Collection Sucks

Sloppy Seconds

More Trouble Than They're Worth

I think I'm gonna go home, 'cause you just ran out of beer
And there's nothing you can say that'll make me wanna stay around here
You're lying there

Housewife

Daan

Solid Sounds: Anno 2004, Vol. 3

2005

Like getting drunk
Yeah, just like getting drunk
Cadillac's, Chryslers, fords, Toyotas, Mercedes
In the modern world, everyone knows the price

Housewife

Daan

The Player [2007]

2007

Like getting drunk
Yeah, just like getting drunk
Cadillac?s, Chryslers, fords, Toyotas, Mercedes
In the modern world, everyone knows the price

Housewife

Freeform Five

Misch Masch, Vol. 2

2005

Like getting drunk
Yeah, just like getting drunk
Cadillac?s, Chryslers, fords, Toyotas, Mercedes
In the modern world, everyone knows the price

had the Rolex's G star and Armani
At fifteen I was already a lani
Kaapstad zoo is the home of the apies
We rolling the dice you would think it's Jumanji

feel, I feel)
Nigga I feel (I feel, I feel)
I feel
I feel like a groundhog
My come up overshadowed by my shadow
It out values my value
You only care bout

the district my drift
Swift might have missed it
Peeping thru the peephole ‘noid screaming who is it
It's Lute nigga came to pay a little visit
From the home

choosing,
The wrong thing
But I guarantee you'll never hear me say
That, "All I want's a home, a family, a porch swing."

CHORUS:
Cause I wanna be a pirate

and healed the diseased
if he came to our new location
I'm sure he'd be pleased with all our modern accommodations,
new paint and electrical tools
while

I think I'm gonna go home, 'cause you just ran out of beer 
And there's nothing you can say that'll make me wanna stay around here 
You're lying

are irritating the world affected by hate and only love can disinfect it
Before an issue dies down another one surfaces
The way the world is right now

to say is they don't really care for us
Our homes destroyed by all the crap they're giving us
Chemical warfare too overdosed to give a fuss
If hell is real

in the place called the system
Jew, Muslim, atheist or Christian
Take a seat move close better listen
Young black man your homes not the prison
They

Telephone lines fly by in the desert sun
on my way back home from another run
Day in, day out
I put the hammer down
past the old motels
and forgotten towns

Passionate words
Birthed from the beat of the streets
Stanzas soaked in soul
Prose moved by rhythm

It hits different
When a verse rises
From

I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie
'97 had a brick by the muffler crony
Wholesale to my select
Preferred customers only
The white horse cooked

knife that puncture lungs of sons
Don't make you wonder Mums?
If he was born to billionaires
Backed by a hundred guns
Would he be living still, drinking,

Cam'ron
Move, bitch! Move, bitch! Throw that shit
My jam's on (Like)
White Lambo (Yes) , hear them fans blow
Black interior, I's a modern day Sambo
So

run by devils
Who thinkk heaven's just a chekk
Ugh
But all we got was big time and many deaths
Pig jakkes on the bakks
Kkarriers on the chest

It got me

and pawns side by side
Modern day slave ship for the nine-to-five nation
Daily grind ritual
Each rides with their own private soundtrack to the same visual

Hey there fatcat in the rat race, are you jealous?
I'll be home by five
Bottom rung of the ladder, that's where I wanna stay
What's the point in

This is a song about prejudice
And the language of prejudice
And the power of the language of prejudice
It's called: Prejudice

In our modern

your rights
I will cure the human plight to bite
My style's me not yours, you always try
Deface them and modern genocide
I hope that the white girl

by ol' Rockin Randal
She'll get the windows down lord, you oughta hear her sing

Yeah she got the heart of her mama
The soul of an angel
To her