Lyrics:
grate, that is it
The way that we are saved
I will shout it from the roof 'til
They put me in the grave
It don't matter, it's whatever
I will tell em that
it'll be an all me threesome
Suckin' and Fuckin' 'till all three cum
And in between sessions we'll rest
Mark'll rub my feet
I'll shave Mark I I 's chest
shall hurt the little Wren
Shall never be beloved by Men
He who the Ox to wrath has moved
Shall never be by Woman loved
The wanton Boy that kills the Fly
Counting every head
These hooves are nowhere near the grass
Angels try to run with that, no
All would show the marks of gagging from the
Back and forth
by the city we're from
An empty plate with no meal
A shining knife and a fork
The smartest artists all jump on a plane to New York
You tell me that
though you're investors are white guys named Bryce Robins
Is it worth exploitin' the Black culture for the measly a hunnid thousand dollars?
Look
don’t know who she tryna fool with all them jewels
I bought those too
I could name on twenty fingers all the things I bought for you
You could name bout
Highness
Yo I'm loungin', big dick style, y'all niggas is the flyest
Moves you're makin', too fly jewels are shakin'
Not a rape patient, you're lookin'
is large amounts,
Clear
Money the only thing that counts here
By any means like Malcolm
X marks the spot you know the outcome
Income, never
doesn't pay.'"
"I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth."
"President Franklin D. Roosevelt stricken late today."
"Who
to the waters
All who are thirsty
Come find peace and rest
Love that's enduring
Strong and enabling
A relationship that will never cease
God is looking for
And the fools who place their bets on the 2nd coming will surely be sorely disappointed
The ones to save them are here, the brethren of all things blackened now
the weight of my words
But when you come out to play
I could fly
While you're there and gone like the robin
I'll be sitting here like the dove
'Cause all that
I pray you're set with ease
I pray you hold forgiveness by the leash
I pray you hold yourself accountable for all the missing pieces
I pray you hear
kick some butt
Use my jet and magic lasso, uh-huh
That Lex Luthor's such an, bad guy, uh-huh
My ears are pointed, Robin's double jointed
Get any
By Robin Williamson
Robin Williamson: Guitar, indian flute, oboe, piano, cello and vocal.
I see your faces
Blown through the horned clouds
In
wrong or right
(Right, right)
These are the ghetto highlights
Community programs will stop the violence
All the niggas who loc'd up during the L.A.
taught all who would believe
That the Indian's thoughts could be written down
Just as the white men's there on the ground
And he left us these talking
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, y'all know who this is boy, for real
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what I'm
i get it, it changes, oh
I find it amazing how fake all these rappers are
Labels are taking ya money from you
But you don't even see that, flexing
Y'all need to catch up like what's on fries
I'm eating beats up like it's 5 Guys
Y'all just better back up whenever i come by
Im not a picture book yet im
who are you
Robins my jeans and my denims stay true
I got wings I'm so fly I been flew
Stick to the paper jus like I was glue
Cheddar my pockets my shit
wrong or right
(Right, right)
These are the ghetto highlights
Community programs will stop the violence
All the niggas who loc'd up during the L.A.
5. Robin Hood Of Amsterdam
He was loved by the community
To everyone, he was the man
In the old folk’s pirate town
The robin hood
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