Lyrics:
go down, all alone
Dragged down by the stone (stone, stone, stone, stone, stone)
I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems
go down, all alone
Dragged down by the stone (stone, stone, stone, stone, stone)
I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems
to the Wheel of Fortune where Pat don't Sajak
Bring it to these cats often, the biggest payback
is when I condemn men, to purgatory
Stick a pen, do
Twas' the fright before Christmas
No one upset me
With a big bowl of popcorn, watching TV
I stretched, gave a yawn, settled back in my chair.
In
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy muthafuckin' Black
Playboy Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat, Lord Imfamous, and me
DJ muthafuckin' Paul,
This Is Not America - The Song
Words and music by David Bowie and Pat Metheny.
This is not America, sha la la la la
A little piece of you
sick of a politician telling me the truest lie
Maybe I'm just sick of being played
Maybe I'm just sick of these pawns in my way
Teacher said Pat you
The Little Daddy Shane
[Little Daddy Shane]
The mic is all mine
MC's crawl by when they see this tall guy
Six foot three huh, nobody's small fry
(whoa!)
If she throw it at me I'mma catch it
Let me see you pat your weave if you ratchet
I see you do your thing when you dancin'
Now let me see you do
putting that work in yeah
They did me so dirty
I shitted on niggas I did it on purpose
Standing on my ten toes yeah
I got work by the truck loads yeah
words alone
These words that are haunting me still, it said:
He lies a young man struck down in his prime
By the awesome burning power of love
He
with for life
I took in your kid, did everything that you wanted me to
Now I'm in the **** about you fronting on radio interviews
Do it make you feel
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
pills, but," she wrinkled her nose, "they make me feel like
throwing up." Marsha started to pat herself under the chin, an exercise she'd
seen
rappin, you wasn't even tappin
Now that I'm done, you pat me on the back
and say what's happenin, I love the rhymes you announce
Heavy D's in effect with
a slut
Now this is how the shit begins
I met Dana by one of my friends
By Big O just to be exact
We was just chillin' by my homie named Pat
Then I heard
"Gen’lmen, we just havin’ church
Here" Six words which - directed at me and
A fellow soul buff at the Full
Gospel Tabernacle church by it's chuckling
I guess the point of goin' to college
Was to acquire myself a little knowledge
And help me figure out
What life was really all about
It made
miss me for a while
But in Heaven I'll no larger grow
And any kind angel will know at the gate
When you ask for your darlin' little Joe
at me like, "Yo, G"
It ain't '03, a little OD
Like, what's kosher these days? Probably be safer if I just don't speak
Everyone turned so PC, then they
Open your eyes, look around, what do you see
Truth is obfuscated by a false reality
Imaginary towers scrape the skies in my mind
As the real world's
a couple jewels, get 'em glistening
Widen your mind a little more is what my mission is, ummm
Hello world, can you hear me now
Don't divide your attention
the fake people that hate me (Fake)
They're calling Jack crazy, but it's all an act like I'm Pat Swayze
And the fact is, I'm getting cash lately (Cash)
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
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