Lyrics:
the police lights
And I came up real rough, right under the street lights (real rough)
Democrats, Republicans, Mr. President
Mr. Bill Gates, everybody's
the door.
And she let the bills and the marketing go.
And she went and almost bought out an art supply store.
It just so happened that day he got
them?
Let that bill collector come to my block
See what we show them, blah
The government got all the people by the balls
But when they lose the people,
timber
Make you sing is you soprano or a tenor (Let me know aye)
Heads turn every time I enter
Hotboy baby come get you a winner
Take you home and knock
SING
LET US ALL SING
FOR THE DEAD SILENT SPRING
HERE COMES REGRET WHEN ALREADY TOO LATE
SOME OTHER HEADS BEEN SERVED ON THE PLATES
JUST EAT IT ALL
other friend
Asked me What does he know?
Vote for Bill Clinton
My daddy told me so.
So I said
Come one come all of you
Let's sing a song
I don't care who
please stop!
If show business is a woman, I don't trust her
but she's gonna get knocked by The Chubbster
"Come on y'all, let's go to work!" -> Flavor Flav
and still build
Let your paper stack instead of goin' into overkill
Pay ya fuckin' beeper bill, bitch
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Even the sun goes down, heroes
and still build
Let your paper stack instead of goin' into overkill
Pay ya fuckin' beeper bill, bitch
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Even the sun goes down, heroes
Medici
Imelda Marcos, Kim Il-Sung
Stalin's children, one by one
Pontius Pilate, Cruella de Ville
General Franco, Harry Flashman
Gerald Ratner, Mark
Hot shit (hot shit)
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby, your street in a Range Rover (come on)
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go (hot
Hot ish (hot ish)
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby
Your street in a Range Rover (come on)
Boom, boom, baby, ready to let it go (hot ish)
And just send the bill to my baby
Why did you leave America
Why did you let me down
And now that things seem better off
Why do you come around
You know I
on chill out and still build
Let your paper stack instead of goin' into overkill
Pay ya fuckin' beeper bill, bitch
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Even the sun
pull away and let the sparks fly
Let the children have reason to laugh
Instead of needing to craft ways and passages to see their last days
(Sole):
Down in the green hay
Where monkey and bear usually lay (lay)
They woke from a stable-boy's cry
Said someone come quick
The horses got loose, got
forty seven made his neighborhood love me
Bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin'
Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach
Niggas
rising
We all smile
We all sing
Then the girl in the cafe taps me on the shoulder
I realize five years went by and I'm older
Memories smolder,
years before Christ was born
My essence was battling evil
Seen unspeakable crimes by the devil
Unbelievable tricks like Knievel
Can't come close to my
Make my wish come true,
Before the night has flown . . .
And let the music play, as long,
As there's a song to sing,
And I will stay younger,
way
Round in circles I'd go
Longing to tell you
But afraid and shy
I'd let my golden chances
Pass me by
Soon you'd leave me
Off you would go
In
once again to my bluebird sing
Oh yes and children how she made the mountains ring
Now when hearts be still that voice is spring
Oh my precious my
of my way don
Yo, Skepta, Roller this is the war right now
Yeah let's go, Devilman, yo
Don't talk to me about karate
I will come to your birthday party
tell me why, why can't I sing by your side
Cos when I met up with Rosenberg, and Neil took our picture
I said I wish you would make me your side bitch,
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