Lyrics:
lies)
There they go lying again (you're telling lies)
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*written by Bob Geldof and Johnnie Fingers
*taken
That's just a snare, don't be afraid of the snare
I'm an evil genius, disobedient, villain you hate to love
Mischievous, mysterious,
camille Paglia
The famous feminist writer, said
That I set women back by
Objectifying myself sexually "Oh", i
Thought, "so if you're a feminist
You don't
chase a star
Simba on my chest, never could you tame my heart
Take the pressure on until I bloody break apart
That's who I am, I don't ever gotta fake
're a rapper? When
You gonna get a new tat?"
Well, why you try to put me into a box?
They say I'm acting crazy
Just haven't been sleeping a lot
Now all my dreams
album and not show up
How the hell could you slow us
Got by myself nothing was for us
Don't try to come pour up
I know how to get down but trust I go up
when we on the front page we been here in this
And when you're hearing this I'm probably chillin' in Santa Monica
Sippin' a bottle, fixed like a fossil
on a killing spree
I heard yo' album flopped
But my albums started to pop
And my album ran out of stock
I said I been at the top
Everyday collecting guap
Hop in
to many help when you grind
Er-thing to lose how we coming
Back against the wall ain’t no running
Fighting by myself taught me something
Same one got
you've been talking 'bout this shit)
(Bro, just drop the fucking album)
Yeah, yeah
I don't belong on this Earth
I see my name in the stars
I want it so
that it's mother?
Please don't go....now please.
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*from the album "Mondo Bongo"
*written by Bob Geldof
world but never been to Florida
They holdin' my shit, all winter
By the time the shit drop, I done already been there
The game's fucked, a thousand
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Posthumous song by a great friend who is still missing, Osvaldo Sussi
About the album:
""8 centavos e vários nada""
new albums
There has been a triple homicide by a man named Syre
So, you think you can save rap music?
chitchat
Over what my album's trying to get at
You got a punchline down pat
But missed the poem in the format
I'm no Doja, I'm hellcat
The new Manson
this shit
But never been a victim once
You shoulda never messed with the kid, like a convicted nonce
365 on the grind know I did it in bits and bobs
Did
Speedo
Boom! Now I got your attention you bitches better listen listen
Ever since the beginning this been the fuckin' vision vision
While you sittin'
You don't feel me nigga, you don't feel me nigga
Cozy with my liquor taking pictures for
Any bitty in the city prolly know the boy
I've been busy
cup
Nowhere to look
It's like my eyes are stuck
The good ol' days
Where have they gone?
Dylan would say
You're a rolling stone
Life has been bland
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky,
It's on
Where they at, where they at, where they at
I sold tapes every day me and Freddy B
Been famous since 1983
Give me ten dollars, and you
a sock for you Homey don't play
Clowning you kids I'll fuck up your day
I've been declared brain dead by paramedics
Insult your whole crew act like someone
right now, bitch, I feel like Bob Marley
She said she wanna hop on a dick, come and ride just like a Harley
She said that she want a BBL, I won't turn you
inhale
Been in custody before, but never in jail
Baby, I love you like America
Don't talk to me fly
But I promise you if you do, bitch
I'll black ya eye
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