Lyrics:
out a ton like opposable thumbs
Opposed by no one
Suppose scum the only one who wrote a notable sum
Show me a hometown emcee who spit it this cruel
Guerrillas in the midst of a race riot
Say it ain't black or white but I ain't dumb and don't buy it
Talkin' about a time to heal
But step
gutter where you from
Here its life by the second
This is everything wrong
This is not your beef on the block
No its not that simple
Here its more
in the way of you making money or getting fucked up I like to party hard to but it never meant more to me than punk. Look back and laugh at all
military band made exactly the right cacophony. Even now I relish the old time inanities when they're revived on the radio, for they recall the lost
I remember back when life was all pretend but I got chewed up then spit out and left for dead
Dead
Wasting my time
Just losing my head Caged up by
bird fool
You'll get attacked by me and Lolo
I'm never solo
Straight out the 619
Come represent my cholos
[Chorus]
I'm goin syko mothafuckas I lost my
the breath and hush, wait for the right time to rush
Grab your man by the forehead, slit the device across his throat
I hold him tight while he chokes,
suburban yards
cut us open then they'll scoop our guts out
jack o lantern face will soon be carved
creepy times together we'd be spending
i wish that
the
Meat to the bone, bone
Why you all up in my grill?
Thinking I got a mill but on the real, I feel
Like a billion, more like a trillion
All I got is a dime
gotta do is learn some manners
Women and men, DJs and rappers
There's nothin' more to say, this meeting is adjourned
And if you don't know by now I
The Parting Glass
Schoolboy in a headlock with a tape deck checkered past
And if this is a confession, it’s more shite than you and I
Well he came into this
the process of amputation
All cerebral penetration must cease
I release a form of verbal death that by far
Will leave your whole mental scared
Chorus]
faggot.
And he's okay to me.
I'm so sick of hearing stupid rumors flying around.
One more fucking time, and someone's head'll get a pound.
You phony kids,
blessings
But only more blessings came
Until you outta luck
And they take you out the game
Sitting in a cell
wishing what i would've changed
Thinking
when it was time to truce
And I was at Lueders Park squashin' beef with opponents
While your ass was at your mansion eatin p*ssy punk, speak on it
Ah,
of girls
But you gotta dress nice suckers, I'm a gee
I got some clocks I ain't touched
Feathered Borsalinos with Armani in my clutch
Nigga what, raised by
is Friday
Because when the weekend comes it's time to do it my way
I broke all the rules, I thought I was cool
I started smokin cigarettes and always
time
Escaping into oblivion
And forgetting their name
Living in a state of a nation
A name that meant more
When everything was different
When you were
the ignorance that they silence.
Judges that give more time for rock than powder,
the COs that tortured Kalief Browder,
politicians that take corporate cash
faggot.
And he's okay to me.
I'm so sick of hearing stupid rumors flying around.
One more fucking time, and someone's head'll get a pound.
You phony kids,
Call me punk 'cause I wear a leather jacket
Call me a hippy 'cause I believe in love
And peace
Call me an idealist 'cause of songs like this one
You
will catch in no time if his production guy was better
And theres nothing I like better then new battle lyrics
My favorite jam is "Secret Agent" man
go for a drive
I'll play you all the things I've got on 45
Power pop and punk rock, too
One More Time, Next To You
Jammin out with a Midnight subway
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