Lyrics:
right)
I was a gentleman living in tenements
Now I'm swimming in all the women that be tens (woo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my
stead of Days Inn bitches for maids then
2 scoops of raisins amazin lays by names like Casey Kasem
Lazin by the pool with record industry fools
Crystal in
Round 2's here
I'm looking around
What can i do here
The men looking frazzled
Cause they know they getting screwed here
Come thru here
cnd when you leave
over. The fight is never over, right. I've seen men literally punch each other in the face. Two minutes later have a beer like nothing. Nothing happened,
homies
But fuck um all if they fake
God bless my momma
Keep her healthy till the end of days
Help me with my spirit by keeping all the lames away
It's like
Be nice to have a little breeze.
Breeze on by fuck the cops.
Do we have the cash? We don't have to talk that, hey hey
Get the fuck outta here with
life when I wrote part 2, and now it's just all coming full circle, and uh, I had this foresight when I wrote part 2 that by the time that I wrote part
intimidated by the slow flow
Hurt my feelings is a no no
Let me sit beside you at the sun beach, got me trippin off the sun heat
See you think it run me, see
which grape and which region it came from
As if we can name 'em, hint hint, it ain't um Welch's
Hell just fell three thousand more degrees cooler
Y'all
'point-o-view!
Evil prince:
Sho' nuff! um-hmm! yeah! you a wise ol' mammy! where you fum, 'rijnlyy?
Thing-fish:
Why...uh...saint loomis!
Evil prince:
Goddam! I
desculpa por tar nesta vida
Só saio daqui quando tiver na subida
Eu sei consigo basta acreditar
Um dia vou tar no palco atoar
Repetição x2
Mãe desculpa
shooting star unah make unah finish.
FIRST VERSE:
(Diskmane)
Du findest kein digga wie mich.
2-3 kisten am tisch.
Scheine sind grün wie das gift.
Hustle für
the men in
The seat
The same men that write the laws that's
Keeping us in the streets
Powers getting to they heads they think
They Moses with two tablets
shit used to be
The news from the hood
Now everyone's jumpin' round like
It's all good
Hey Jaja have you seen um
These grown men fibbin'
Too scared
Mos Def speaking)
I?m not gon sing a song or nothing.
Um, what that term they call it post traumatic stress syndrome? That thing that
Uh,
to big 'em up Monster Isle
Um, yeah
I saw you in hell with them gas drawls
Mhm
To my brother Subroc and Black Ju
I crack brew for, two more, three
to big 'em up Monster Isle
Um, yeah
I saw you in hell with them gas drawls
Mhm
To my brother Subroc and Black Ju
I crack brew for, two more, three
This is Bo Burnham
He is twenty-two years old, he's a male
And he looks like the genetic product of a giraffe having sex with Ellen Degeneres
He
[unknown singer]
Ohh ma, ma, ma, ma
Wow, wow
I see chariots in the skies, (skies)
Men & earth look surprised,
As they flow across the sky..
Ever see
the Bible isn't two parts
There's a Part Three to the Bible, Joe
And I, God, have anointed you
To dig up this Part Three that is buried by the tree
Thank you for taking the time
To meet with me today, J-Doc
Um, the only concern I have is that
Normally, when I'm looking at an artist I'm wanting
or uh
Maybe I'm ecstatic can't show emotion for you to grab it
Well I think I did enough
Oh uh
Ah what the fuck um
Um I'm pressing my luck by just uh
This Ain't A Gameboy
2 n----s they were cousins
Got hit with the same .. toy.
Already know yeah
E-klass in this bitch yeah!
These niggas fame
trouble, we don't bother nobody
We're just some men that's on the mic
And when we rock upon the mic
We rock the mic (right!)
For all of y'all, keepin'
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