Lyrics:
By the green oak tree
While the Vistula is flowing
By the green oak tree
Here's a turner come to woo you
All round his length the sparks are
are from Knuck if you Chuck
The real hash camp my nigga thats us
Raising the temp to adjust
This is the best smoke that's ever been puffed
Heady glass
fresh meat and real food,
We are chosen by the light!
They got their own feed,
Nutritious Soylent Green,
They think it is plankton,
The truth has been
Real G’iz, G’iz, G’iz G’iz,
I'm so fresh to death, chef Boy-R-Gee, I'm the landlord, With a tax id, I own Real estate, a contract trust, third party
somethin', can't choose which gun
Don't do no cuffin', go when night come
No, you can't be my girl, bitch, are you dumb? (Are you dumb?)
Never gave a fuck
head is at their height
Or you grab the system and you flip it by the head
I'm a take control and make a villain with this red
They don't look out for
is burnin'
More balance, and rain, and quenching
Bring on the rise of the real water man
It's a real good habit
It's so automatic
You see me in
guessed it! God done over by customs, the pair of us, didn't we? So there we
are standing there, "Hello hello hello! What you been up to, you naughty boys?"
epidenmics
Injecting the public in clinics
Then when the truth comes out "You black people are so paranoid"
But WHO murdered Africa the World Health
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
man welcome the Rasta youths you know
Hear me now
Real rastaman
Red gold and green
Lime green, lime green and tangerine
Are the sickly sweet colors of the devil in my dreams
It gets to Friday and I give you a call
You know I'm
through my pockets anyway?
Why you dissin me man?
[m] I'm movin' on
[r] psst, yeah?
[m] yeah!
[r] shit get real in here
Shit get real in here
Shit
The Yellow-Green Road
Ferlinghetti's work isn't know there
They believe you are what you owe
Warhol movies are never shown there
You could be sure that your
Mind
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
Drinkin' is no problem to me, stuff tastes like fruit punch
Are you sure, man?
Positive, man, positively positive
Aight, man, let's take him then
We
Drinkin' is no problem to me, stuff tastes like fruit punch
Are you sure, man?
Positive, man, positively positive
Aight, man, let's take him then
We
and
Damn…
Lemme read u one kids poem.
Green is the grass
String beans and peas.
Green is the branches on christmas trees.
G-R-E-E-N
Yeah green,
Like a frog
Lime green, lime green and tangerine
Are the sickly sweet colors of the devil in my dreams
It gets to Friday and I give you a call
You know I'm
love, real
You say you love me but is it really real
Would you, fix me green tea if I'm feelin ill
Would you, give me a back rub to sooth after
Running to the macaroni
The C.R.E.A.M
Ballin' hard like the All-Star Team
You said a nigga stuck? What you mean
Pockets full of Emerald, the green
Would you like to see the real me
I know you're going to feel me
Been a little sick, know that coochie can't heal me
Ay, we are going to share all this
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
real guns, nigga
You can't shoot like me
Real guns, real guns
Black eye, real guns
Real guns, real guns
Black eye, real guns
Real guns, real guns
Real
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