Lyrics:
"Mom, this shirt is plaid with a butterfly collar!"
The next half hour was the same old thing
My mother buying me clothes from 1963
And then she lost
party, wedding, and barmitzva
And cut your back off for a small fee
The juggla ain't taking no shorts from nobody"
"Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
Let
taking no shorts from nobody
Tweedle-dee and tweedle-doh
Let the fucking bass go
And the Juggla make it last
Down with 2 Dope and try and get
reachin'.
Respect to Dr. King. This is my offering. He showed us how to build. Let's go and make it real. Cuz social media won't last forever, but we will if
sorry
It's the fucking general, Vans, cut shorts
Neck covered in colored emeralds
The yellow by the blue
Look like I pissed inside your swimming pool
I'm
I'm from these cold streets, phased, braised and gold teeth
Me and Monsta circlin' blocks lookin' for old beef (have you seen her?)
Surrounded by
Devil. This form was created by your own greed and fear.
How did you ascend? You did not even have a soul to begin with!
To banish you from the human realm
love and
Calls her his little Smurf
But soon they're seen by
Boys from the community that go out and fuck
White girls with impunity
Oh, gee! Misogyny
"Hi my name is Dr. Rains and I'm Going to be talking to you so that you can go back to school
Cause you know school sent you away, cause you know,
condensed
So we transcend
My soul intent
To be free and not condemned
So I get away
Dreaming of some better days
Levitate
Be one with the self, so I meditate
or the loved ones, that passed away
Life's too short, you only get one chance, one chance
We got the world to explore, but there's only one chance, one chance
to the travelers from some other world
The bush doctor mixed up a magical spell
Swore them to secrecy, never to tell
So young Mister Moon flew away in the night
to the travelers from some other world
The bush doctor mixed up a magical spell
Swore them to secrecy, never to tell
So young Mister Moon flew away in the night
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
Hey kids, it's me Wally Wampbler
You probably know me from
The Wampblers
I went to the doctor
Cuz I felt sick
Right in my guts
I felt really sick
Paree
She took a Martiniquean lover by the name of Jean-André
And on a cloud of coke and champagne they danced the years away
Wanda popped her clogs one
I know you don't love me, and there may be someone else, but as I sit alone here at home, knowing what I should do, I find I can't stay away from you
Yeah
I know
I know
Brett's an alcoholic
Betty's got a problem
Popping prescription that
She's getting from her doctor
And neither pay attention
Above people with better circumstances
Than you simply
Because you want it badly enough
Long story short
My papá came over from Mexico a year and a
Half
Oh, I'll take away
You got nothing but groupies and promoters to love you
And a pile of laundry by the hotel door
Don't it ever get lonesome?
Dr. Elizabeth Park
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The following report documents the findings of the medical examination performed on an extraterrestrial life form captured by
gotta be thorough
For critics and crabs
Can hear niggas now, like
What zone you at
If you ain't 1-6, don't call this home
Fine by me nigga, I'm in my own
He was born one mornin'
It was cold and it was snowin'
And from the start he never had a chance
And though the doctors said he couldn't live
His
Scratching (hit it, bombs away)
Dunk The Funk scratching (hit it)
A category of rap known one with the most
With some help from my homeboys
From the West
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