Lyrics:
What happened to Jah’s child
Maynard James Keenan
He must be counting bodies like sheep
Outta raw dog reservoirs
By God you will not kill me in my home
some kids tryna make it out
Eight niggas in a little room with the music loud
At the edge of summer pushing fall bitch
Twenty Seventeen august
Dropped up
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The Fad Of The Land
I'm a marinade
Of what's hot this
in my blood, you can tell by the way I walk
Oh lawd, more styles than a barber shop, call the cops
People in the way want to baller block
Little do
Yeah, that little chick is hot but if she got rabies
I wouldn't give the bitch a shot, I'd poke her in the rear
But I bet if I licked her, she'd try
to just stand up and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks, man I'ma never look back (8 Mile Road)
Kerosene on a Sodom scene while Gomorrah stands watch
Nice girls singing softy turning the radio a notch
Baffled by the changing tides he groans in
mic clutch
Hey ?bob by the ba?, said you keep your day job
My competitors never know the right touch
Have to bail through the backstreets, raisin' hell
I'ma say is some way we'll be straight one day
Check it
The hot dog man's standin' with his hot dog stand
Handin' hot dogs at the Museum of Art
If you
a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is
in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Suzie, let's go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River, let's keep hope alive
Turn the radio on, don't
the court room you'll Never see a stand by me
Huh
Stand by me oh oh stand by me
Oh stand
Stand by me stand by me
Huh Huh
They came and grabbed my dogs Cuffs
time for change, let's make a stand just to make it rain
Be the Bob Kane to my Bruce Wayne, we fighting crime and we fighting game
I ain't gotta write
Uggh, yeah
Aah, y'all can bounce to this one
Aaah, yeah, bounce, bounce, yeah
I want y'all to go on a little ride with me
Who wanna roll, c'mon
Yes
a period he now remembers as
A time of "black-eyed peas and hot dogs
For dinner" to his local reign
When he was suddenly "Mr philadelphia
" the hottest in
the fire die by the flame
Happy I'm gone knowin' my son's gonna be the same
As his dough-diggy dog that
Who put his feelings on a pamphlet
A pen unleash
the fire die by the flame
Happy I'm gone knowin' my son's gonna be the same
As his dough-diggy dog that
Who put his feelings on a pamphlet
A pen unleash
This shit a band
Hate my bro getting served dog food
He in the can
All this weight up on my shoulders nigga
I don't know how I stand , RGE
I'm still
My dog's stomach was very upset, so I put him in the car and we went to the vet
And on our way to the vet, I killed a cat
And I said, isn't that
you better stand clear
EPMD is a world premier
From New York straight talk, America's best
Cold wild Long Island, is where we rest
Style
Cause them little niggas done killed you
In the kitchen like grandma
Put these bitches on stand by
When it come to getting this money
Fuck everything no
off you haters
Now Excuse ya little lady
A one night stand maybe
Right now aint got no time for a baby
Give her the four play
Like im tweeking for
now underway
The corners are hot with only one down
Let's turn the 'ole double play
Little League Baseball
I'll take the Frito pie special
And throw in
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
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