Lyrics:
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Weather don't say anything
Absurd 'Cause their tapping the
Phone again insane!
Invitations from the Kremlin interference
On the line dial
A friend to find
He's looking like a sailor who hasn't a ship
Same salty song and curled up lips
In the land of the brave
And running out of vain
Waiting for a guy,
dreams with would hit the line, mic rap fiend
All my niggas so soft in heart
I was in the basement, tryna practice my art
Life is a beach with a ocean,
it does about me
If I threaten your precious sexuality
A straight line is quick from point B to point A
But with a curve in your dick you could go
With the paupers straight in line
You enter the holy land
One nation under god
And under god's command
When your people die
They're dying for
the line
You 're digging deeper & deeper
& now I can't see to reach down to you
But i'm waiting & i'm wondering
When you coming home,Coming home,
When
I am not human flesh
The waist line where the Ruger rests
I take Jesus Christ and rob
Him of his Jewishness
There's nothing anything or anyone
Can do
Hallöchen zu Papa Kool S-A
Dem meistkopierten Rapper in diesem Land hier
Brüllt's raus wie Chewbacca: "OR"
Richtig, ich fick auf eure Disses
Bruder ich bin
ah moonlight
See the men play their atomic hounds
Drawing lines on the surface of the ground
And the people choose their sides or the little piece
If he came down from heaven and cleared the lines from your face
Said so long to the mistakes and questions and start over again.
Look in his eyes;
During the last battle the turkish lines begin to scatter
And Vlad rode up on a hill to see the inferior blood splatter
But treasonous boyars ambushed
During the last battle the Turkish lines begin to scatter
And Vlad rode up on a hill to see the inferior blood splatter
But treasonous boars ambushed
a black Mercedes
Pulled out on this black man, in the black land
He used to sell white rocks, and black cops used to riff
White cops ain't say shit,
of new Jordan's
holdin' down the line like my name Ken Norton
for the team
rollin' up nickels like green
bud and you hatas in the town
got to show me love
I'm 'bout to make the scene mine
I got a tea party, baby meet me on the Green Line
Ain't too many kids that flow better than me
Roll thick like
line, getting signed at the wrong gates
And so my heart braced at first for real
But I would still be lovin' you 'cause deep is what I feel
I got
to got the upper hand
While I'm movin' through the world and I'm movin' through the land
You might make money and you might make grand
You're alone
All across this land
Man
Can't let
Border
Yes I am
Gunfighter
Hells rider
Gunfighter
Done
Well
Straight to hell
Rio Grande
Kid
Raging fire
He did
of new Jordan's
holdin' down the line like my name Ken Norton
for the team
rollin' up nickels like green
bud and you hatas in the town
got to show me love
and recognize real game in yo face
What
Make a right on Alondra and see my name on the wall
Tha Chill MC, remember me, from the land of the small
Creepy
One barely alive one nearly up all night
Online all the time, in line almost half the time
Keep holding me back on that principle "time
Just another piece of trash in the public eye
Another day of bitterness in the
Unemployment lines
The way that people look at you like your not
Even
"Fuck the industry."
Went for Rupert Murdoch's throat and left with Rawkus trying to sign me
You can't buy me
I'm holding my chips 'till I land on last
And I'd like to talk to you right now
But it's me on the other line
I'll call you back
When the weather man
On the news gives me the sign
And I know
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