Lyrics:
Sally and Sweet Sixteen
Good Golly Miss Molly and Maybellene
He sent the whole world Walking to New Orleans
Mr. Hiatus won’t ya save us from your
out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the drive-by's
It was the fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
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And let your soul roam free
Amos Wilson told us
In the 70's of black poverty
Dreamz
Dreamz are realities that we see
I
I'm drivin by slowly
Sayin' I'm this and that when half y'all punks don't even know me
Now just for that I let your girl suck my dick from the back
daft
People seeing me as a trash (Traash)
Can't get over that
Since it's my mind that runs the act
You could see me like am lazy
Running around with my
I'm down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
Cass
She had a smile so incredibly radiant
You had to watch it through a piece of smoked glass
I thought after all these years of searching around
I'd
It smell like blue cheese
We get that paper by the loose leaf
Trying to cop a Maybach
You still buying Lucy's
Different page with the flow
I don't even
and I need permission? Somebody lied
We can tell by your lies what lies in your ways
You're a slave to your ways but I guess we all slave
Slave to our
Here we go, welcome to my world nigga of
Cadillac's and stacks
Triple X throwbacks with my name on the back
Uh, I know you see us
You want to be
of enemies ceases as Tartarus falls down to his knees
Impaled
The defilement of hierarchs silenced by the world, swallowed in martyrous lore
Tonight,
time no hear, man, what's up?
[James A. Smith]
Say man
People been kicking around a lot of hoe shit in my ears
[Too Black Records representative]
leather gloves wrapped around the blue steel
All about the green, give a damn how you feel
You got yellow down your back, you can't rock with the trill
our slave
Sad you put us in a cage
I hope the world see this
I hope we see a change
Twenty ten twenty
Lekki toll gate street
Bless the lost hearts
Ah
Circuit's of all these other
Rappers you did the
DVDs you did the mixtapes you
Came up on mixtapes
Like every other underground rapper
In New York
I was
know the shot will be heard all around the world
Punk ass redcoats trying to run the show
Telling me what to do and where to go
Mount your horse 'cause
the whole world turned
Just to watch it fall
And while we're at it
Remember the first time around?
The bomb?
The Ryder truck?
The parking
by myself in the low-lit gloom of my room
With a billion other kids around the world
Who love to watch me dancing live
With a billion other kids
Ike Turner on your ass.
Aw fuck
You wanna get jumped chump punk?
Come press your luck by our whole crew we all stone you,
Own you, for a while you
(Intro)
Do you think it is by accident that everytime
a black leader appears on the horizon
with any kind of cleverness, or charisma he's cut
And you can tell by the bodies that are left around
When some clown jumps up to get beat down
Broken down to his very last compound
See how it sounds?
anthems, y'all attacking with plastic guns
I'm the biggest independent rapper in the fucking world, you just live on my planet, punk
Got a acid tongue
you best step away from the mic before I get Ike Turner on your ass.
Aw fuck
You wanna get jumped chump punk?
Come press your luck by our whole crew we
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