Lyrics:
Burgle your pensions, that's the Tories
Work til you're dead son, that's the Tories
Weak unions, that's the Tories
Cheap schooling, that's the Tories
No
to be confused with the religion. Now I'm known of God, divine union, Birthed by His word, no scripture union, ...Only God can make you whole, So-
on a Sunday, a stroll in the park
The Big Man came then and he founded the union
My dad agreed with him and stood by his side
He shared Larkin's vision that all
the flow set in
This is me sending energy out full throttle
c Malatov message in a bottle
It goes boom clack boom clack boom clack boom
Say it with me now
Heart like an elephant screaming
At the bones of its dead
Heart like the lady on the bus
Dressed head to toe in gold, the sun
Shivering her shiny
is lost
Not with standing chance
It's lost
Is it in?
Or is it out?
Help me find it when I shout
Afraid of prompted unions
Organizing assemblies
Home of the largest trade (Siyaya)
Union federation in South Africa (NgoMkhonto Wesizw'eLusaka) .
Subsequently these five men
Were taken to Prolocon
we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
As I walk in the shadow
She hit me on FaceTime
She pop a bottle going full throttle like it ain't daytime
I hit from the back and she got a tatt it's right by the waistline
without a curfew {HA!)
Smile I hurt you, had me goin' berzerk too
I'm guaranteeing she'll be leanin' in the coupe
Fiendin' for your loot, little demon
forget my worries & the point of a frown
Now I'm hiding from shadows cast by the sun
Hanging in the late sky a golden pendulum
cs it waxes & wanes I'll
Don't know why I fell in love and got played like a fool
Suck me dry of all time and used me like a tool
Why you take it out on me and know I'm human
keep it movin' they run, run, run
You got no hustle you got
You end up layin' in blood, blood, blood
We all just tryin' to get by
Check this check
wings overhead
And his mother dead
And the typhoons and the rain
The jungles in flames
And the orange sun
None could be more beautiful
Than
One thing's for sure, two things for certain
Got booked with three bricks, you back home
Niggas workin' clown-ass niggas
Shoulda put you in
dead."
"Cause he was going down a grade making 90 miles an hour,
The whistle broke into a scream.
He was found in the wreck with his hand
electrician, officetion, we all gone end up in this
position, in the box with our body all stiffen.
This the homie Mark he got murdered by a cop infront
of a NY
Delight Lord Shankara, You Remove All Sins, You Are Engaged In A Battle-Cry
You Put An End To The Wrath Of Demons, You Are Angered By The Sons Of Diti, You
Stoned by facts
Union lapsed
Fragmented
A fire raised by a vex of our childhood ruse
Quenching the rile with the murk of our dead foes ghost
Essence in
the morning sky
As the minutes just creep on by
I get a thought and hear comes my Tribe
Ritual shakes and in good vibes
Like always the Quest begins
In
obligation in the boodoir crystalize impurities to zero on the
autograph dirty characters sponges hunches hurling murder abundant lunches with the
city
on the throttle
A scalded to death by the steam
[ fiddle ]
Then the telegram come to Washington city and this is how it read
The brave engineer that run old 97
roll."
And then a telegram come from Washington station,
This is how it read,
"Oh that brave engineer that run '97,
"Is lyin' in Danville dead."
"Cause
the dead
Sheriff in the yard, here comes the rest
I sat like a ghost, they all passed by
My girl cried baby this'll be my last bye
Baby in her arms
She
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