Lyrics:
the belladonna
Watch if you wanna
I work in that Castellano lisp
French Resistance, Oxford comma
Get press like I'm all cuff and collars
Winter's brisk,
miscalculation costs you one turn
Goes to work with hopeful eyes
Wants to get noticed, that's no surprise
Enters the meeting with fresh ideas
Makes it look
your toes when she makes her body roll
And that girl don't work it slow like I do
Babe, is it true that one day you called her my name?
It was then
Little green men coming out of paint cans,
Phosphate mines and Slaked Lime, 1966, he was sixteen,
It's Central Florida in the era of the dragline,
of reason
Muffled by concrete
Beauty covered with parking lots
Seems these yellow lines are all we've got
Born as free men
Tied hands
Eyes left bleeding
know how to work the draws
Right off you
She had large backseats, pearl white teeth
She told me it was cool if I felt underneath
The car had beat,
the well-being
And harmony of the United States as a whole. You kind of work for
The advancement of the black community and you speak from a position
That
[intro: babyface fensta, (sha-cronz), ]
*echo*
(these punk-ass niggaz, they ain't ready)
(we made men, haha!)
[Broderick / Conklin]
[MacBeth]
MacDuff has left his house open to doom by my sinister hands
My men and I will make short work of it
Icy hand
Just the other night,
I saw those eyes, that face.
In the middle of my dreams.
She was by your side 5'5 big thighs nice frame
Now she's next
across the equator with something major
Universal rhyme tones, tamper with ya time zone
Minds blown by the millions jus' for the feeling
Hip-hop, it just
I fit
Stay humble, lookin in my eyes
don't need no yes men round me, I downsize
drama it don't stop, yellin don't pass go
and if they read another
Gray paint peels from a broken wall the engines have stopped turning no shouts heard from the foreman's call you're outta work and you're learning
I might just go harder than water cement
Andzi nge va heti, there's too many men
Andzi va rileli, I'm too very?
Lava vangani lahla, I'm sure they
roast your clique
Throats get slit when this
Vocalist smoke a spliff
Okey doke? Oh but those don't work
My focus is second to none, I'm parallel
smash
If I don't get money from rhymin'
That's a fateful day
I might have to take it back
To the kitchen like Rachael Ray
I don't put no work in with
my evolution
Of rhymin', persecuted, indicted
They instituted the violence that
Started my defiance
Give no respect or alliance
Less men get rich than
Let's go
No matter how we vote it's
Bomber jacket v cold weather
Cold world frustrated some of us
Is cope better
I work the block like coke to it
All right girls, come on
Move it along, don't dilly dally
Men are waiting gentlemen!
Come on in, right on in
To our temple of sin!
The sensual
bubbles in open wounds
Hospitals and old men that
Chew stuff and spit chew
Old bitches that smell like a fish hut
They sit up at the mall on they pancake
Dead men tell no stories
Liars can’t live in the street
Whatever plans God has for me
I’ll cooperate instead of compete
We coming for ‘em nigga
Them niggas down him
Just a couple brown men tryna
Get some clean money (yeahh)
Oh this is life well it's alright I
Got this hotel for the night
But for
An outlaw dressed in black where
The tumbleweeds and dust blow
Cut throats who cut blow and
Men of steel rust slow
UFO's float in the desert like
out saturation
Cursing at the Astronette
Who stands in steel by his cabinet
He's crashing out with Sylvian
The bureau Supply for aging men
With
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