Lyrics:
by a damned old train
And I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standing' in the rain, no
But you don't have to call me
by a damned old train
And I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standing' in the rain, no
But you don't have to call me
true colors as they give your neck a slit
While listening to an album that was written by the sick!
I'm bringing back the evilness into the Horror scene
Oh yea
This is for my real fans let me talk about them
Right around with my first album
Remember that shit talk about it
You put me here
M.I 2
destruction your structure is lifted from the ground
The foundation mound is broke, so you float around
I'm embedded in what is known as beat
Let it be shown,
an album
Got another one coming
Making money off these n*****
When they try to play the
I messed up, let me try again
Baby girl, I don't know what you
This song was first released on the rocky mountain
holiday album. it is the only album it has been released on.
Hey old pal
How've you been doing
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
thing that their funky futurist
Classic Stankonia album suggests
This is true of their backing singers, too
And also the brilliantly-primed musicians who
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Many nations face corruption in the US
Police often tell themselves a story about
America being
Wanted to be an artist i
Was of course inspired
By Debbie Harry and Chrissie
Hynde and Aretha Franklin
But my real muse was David
Bowie he embodied male
the sound I give
You say to watch my mouth with the shit that I went around and said
But when I was just a kid, I tried to learn the alphabet
So now I can use
don't fuck around (Uh, uh)
Fuck around
One of my guys come and buck you down
Gun you down, shoot up your
Corner with a hundred rounds, yeah
The sound
petite
All I know is eat by any means
I'm from the streets
Made it out the streets
Got alot of problems
None of them is beef
I'm about to pop like
than a bachelor pad
We’re here to take our city back - capture the flag
Setting next year’s fads, y’all still rappin’ ‘bout swag
Get your album shrink
sees it
It's therapy season!
You want album 3? Then give me a reason!
Why should I bother stressin' again?
Why should I wake up depression again?
Won't
Inorganic beings y’all bouta be frightened
So this is my last album in the 3rd dimension
Cause I’ll be taken away by the ascension
Hey maybe I’ll still make
rooms
You make me feel mellow when I am around you
Safe inside your hue
I know I don't got a lot
I can offer you
I'll see what I can do
And I don't mean
before you today to bring you a sample of our work
An LP, if you will
The creation of this album sought to bring us closer together
To have all of us in
grow around the block side
Still doing mazza inna frontline
Niggas still gully in the six side
Still doing mazza in your frontline
Bad man run up
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it's hard to believe
Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie
I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside
I used
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burner
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
wasn't around, I was down on my luck
Now every day I be countin' it up
Screaming your name and they proud of you, huh
These niggas only be down when you
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