Lyrics:
niggas and my niggarettes
Let's do it like this
I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
Let's take it back to '79
I bomb atomically, Socrates'
the bomb (bomb)
Don't ever bring shorts, I smoke longs
Jumping from building to building like King Kong (yeah)
We playing ping-pong
Playing them sad songs,
TIME BOMB
Music by Kip Winger and Reb Beach
Lyrics by Kip Winger
You had enough but you wanted more
You played the bluff till you got through
that before I catch court cases
Locked up by Caucasians, claustrophobic
Boxed in like a new Porsche rollin'
Stones on my wrist, iceberg, Titanic frozen
K
the bomb, least I'm in the blast radius
I'm beating these kids' indictment, shit, I like the terror
APB on my actions, I'm in the viking era
Moment
My now holographic dirt
Three-one-three, a voice is heard
And by the third, I proclame myself
Look for a younger drug
Burn my Dear John letter box
It
it's way to late
We celebrate by your deathbed
Wishing that a better society will resurrect
A modern day city symphony
The dying Mother Nature once sang
digested
Regurgitate these universal lessons
To the musical melodies synthesized by the key
Bored of modern music
Come along if you wanna party with me
Just
Yo, Na Peru Sumanth Kondam
Telugodu English la rap chestey etluntado vintava
I'm the guy from Hyderabad
Standing in the corner rapping in the grass
a few lines before my date with the pearly gates
modern day keats writing sad songs in yeats
full english on my plate, I'm long, not late, mate
Forget
And a family who understands nothing is forever
Ride the ring road to the celebration
With the guy who's making bombs for a nation
The uncle of the brother
snatched by more Germans
Europeans are seein me bleedin, jet off in
the Lex skiin, goggles, Louis Rich Sweden
[Method Man]
I dig my life experiences, wrap
present you, the reason for me to rap.
I love lyrics and rhymes I can use to express
Let's face it this mumble shit never impressed
I'm disappointed by
you even if he dropped a bomb in this
You still gon' be found in a ditch
My name should be Robin Banks the way I be robbin' banks
I'm a fiend for
Hey, on some real shit
GGC
Im flyer than AC-130 in the sky
Dropping these bombs, you feel it inside
Nowhere to hide, aside from it all
We stuck
I'm that weirdo
Dripped out fit ice on my neck is sub zero
In my zone won't slow my roll I stack pesos
So much bread can't count by hand its big bank
was sent by his Master
But that topic's too deep for your ear
Here's the science you can comprehend clear
Advanced intellectual, a time bomb speeder
hold in the 1950’s when we were already entranced by baseball, bikinis and the boob tube. We invented manned flight, atom bombs, and duct tape before we
This is the age of machinery,
A mechanical nightmare,
The wonderful world of technology,
Napalm, hydrogen bombs, biological warfare,
This is
hate, duck, you could suck my
Watch the block get clear when I buck my
Boomerang darts, you can't duck my
No tellin' which Clan man you got struck by
hate, duck, you could suck my
Watch the block get clear when I buck my
Boomerang darts, you can't duck my
No tellin' which Clan man you got struck by
rippla drop, best believe we comin wit bombs
Turnin' yo average house party, into a modern day vietnam
Run up if you want some, we clash like titans
Ain't
Illegitimate leader
A dictator at best
You're a modern day Hitler
We fucking detest
You're the playground bully of the world stage
Now everyone's hoping you die
knock you out
Don't you call this a regular jam
I'm gonna rock this land
I'm gonna take this itty-bitty world by storm
And I'm just gettin' warm
Just
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