Lyrics:
race
Decathlon je ako Malibu
Skoro nás tam zabil no nedávam mu to za vinu
Bendec je Bob Ross
Chceš maľbu tak popros
Doma som 2 týždne
Potom na
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
on the Cheetos
Don't think that I lost my touch by much
I just been chillin' at the bank like aye!
Show me to the safe
Had to get my papers straight
Now I'm
fallin
For me
It's always a movie witchu
Not NLE but I'll take a Tom wit me when I cruise
If u step up yo yard'll get stomped by my dudes
Like a football
Bob with the beat. Mob with team
I'm wanna be next up I'm not, but I might be
All the way to the top now sight see
Sit back I'm chillin like an ICEE
to me
More Buffett more beer ah ha yeah I'll play any song that you want to hear
A Bob Marley song or a sing along a little Jack Johnson yeah you can't go
black child
Raised by another black mother
If you point that out, you're an Uncle Tom
When you a black conservative
What type of words you get?
House
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet)
Steve vai
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
the weed, T, ya heard me? Yeah
Uhh, now let me start by sayin' I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'm a lightnin' streak
Uhh, Weezy F. Baby, I
In this marathon I’m on pace
Running laps around you all day
Get out my way I’m on pace
Catch me if you can, Tom Hanks
In this marathon I’m on pace
Runnin after money
I’m Tom it’s Jerry
Off white hoodie
Drop top hoes staring
Need two umbrellas
Tryna catch this drip
Sip lean by the line
I ain’t
And let a real MC collect dollars
The true crew and few come from Hollis, Queens
And by all means necessary
My vocabulary is very extensive,
off the get back
Salute me then one, I'm out
Off to the races, my blazes ain't patient
They want to spray shit
Get elephant blown for stalking race
pronto
Bombs go boom, throw two Glocks to Robocop
Look, mom, wow, my boob job's by Photoshop
Do not go downtown for colonoscopy
Doctors took Tom's foot, so
by sayin'
I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'ma lightening streak
Uh, Weezy F. Baby, I do it big, weigh me
Them crazy freaky bitches
believed it.
Ev'rybody who was anybody they doubted it.
Nobody had faith.
Nobody but Washington, Tom Paine, Benjamin Franklin,
Chaim Solomon, Crispus
the difference by joining
Some organization or some movement
Let me explain the powers that be
Are families of power with old money
Unfortunately on their
and governments are seeding the atmosphere
Implementing biological warfare and population control
And geoengineering a race of superhuman Jews
The Anunnaki
Johnny Cash is dead
And Bob Dylan's busy
This story I'm about to tell
They'd tell it better than me
But Johnny Cash is dead
And Bob Dylan's busy
So
Fix my eyes on the cross
Fix my eyes on the boss
I ain't tryna flop no
Wait my time get the gwop
Build my house call me bob
Ya dun know
Spit hard
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