Lyrics:
Upon the hunchbacks, hunchbacks
And Hindemuth paints a brass parade
As locksmith's tumblers turn cascade
And the piano tuner stashes all the loot
It's
that we can't really do shit about it
Damn, funny when I saw the flick, it did amuse me through
To the point that Danny Glover was prez the movie too
...oh, hey! What! Dave, is that you? Yeah? What day is it? Saturday. Saturday? What do you mean, I've been
in here a week? I have? I don't
at it again will not pretend
When it comes to making money to, to, to, to feed my family
My loyalty to this woman standing by my side
Is the reason I
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
Y-e-eah!
Look, I brought this dirty Jersey nigga to
Philly because I feel he a clown
Philly the town where it started at
So I brought it back
And made bands
the bands (Woah)
I just blew Iraq on a new chain (Heh)
Diamonds hanging by the neck like Hussein (Uh)
Always with the W, homie what it do?
Trappin’ out
can't compete
Gotta let 'em know again
Never be hurt by a man
One thing about me
Imma get to the bands
Do it by myself
Never need a helping hand
Don't
hate)
I be feeling like i just robbed a bank (I got bank)
I do dirt by myself
Niggas to change to get paid
Niggas changed to get laid (Sad)
It's some
How could I do it, 'cause its gates are burning now
What a delight sight
It's all the same
Axe, knife, or scragging
Blame me for rebirth
a cool nigga tryna shake this money off the brass
What it do nigga? You don't fuck around and clash
With the B-A-D-B-O-Y, He be
So fly to see me nigga
gliding, slipping and sliding free
And now you're down to the few and there's no work to do
The tractor is on its way
Standing like tanks on the brow
gliding, slipping and sliding free
And now you're down to the few and there's no work to do
The tractor is on its way
Standing like tanks on the brow
A temple ever again
Oh my soul why do you circle round this mountain
Shame has taken hold, I'm at it's mercy once again
How did I choose the path more
We're doing a sequel,
We're back by popular demand.
Come on everybody, strike up the band!
We're doing a sequel,
That's what we do in
When I run up my bands
I wanna do my dance
When I run up my bands
They wanna know what change
When I run up my bands
They wanna talk my slang
When
to do it all again
I just want blue hunnids
Ion need no friends
Thinkin bout that money
I cannot pretend
Ion know why I be runnin through them bands
I
concepts, new tools, new weapons
By analyzing the past, Sage can project into the future
I used to think that rappers had it figured out
Brass Monkey,
balling
I was in it 4 quarters
You can tell by my diddy bop
I’m from New Orleans
Young swanging on anybody
Choppa sing on any block
Make a nigga milly rock
it's Vash
When I step, flex, bomb pest test gone restless cause I'm the next best one
Do not try me with a pen I felt none shoot right by me and then I
because when I start to Smell it, yeah, I exit and chill. Man listen. Don't Get distracted by the main thing. 500 bands in A box. That's the game plan. It's
the penultimate... or not the
penultimate, the definive... de... DEFINITIVE version of this, studio version wise, lets do it again." So that's
why we burned that one
and by that I mean belt size
It's markers and fabric, last time you said you felt wise
And for the hell-guy, my band is treason
It's liars and frauds
gliding, slipping and sliding free
And now you're down to the few and there's no work to do
The tractor is on its way
Standing like tanks on the brow
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