Lyrics:
Bang bang, the boogie to the boogie
Say up jump the boogie, to the bang-bang boogie
Let's rock, you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make your body
I live just enough for the city so I get by
Money never changed how I felt, would I risk my
Life for a dollar, homie? Nah, I don't think so
Greed
rhymes in your face
I'm outright, outstanding, outrageous, I'm smoking
Never play on the mic, no jivin', no joking
Not a double-talker, so I don't
wide and ask
"Was it def?"
And with the straighest face I be like, "Hell yes"
I slip them the digits to Papa Prince Paul
So I don't go AWOL but yet I
read the part when Paul wrote he opposed Peter to his face?"
Yeah that's what I thought
We are the resistance
I'm with that tribe of Christians
Trynna
And the truth can't get through to the electorate, we're still gettin' duped
By the pundits that they choose, don't like the view, then call it fake news
But they
trouble
I don't give a fuck about a nigga
I don't give a fuck about his mama or his lil' brother
Fuck his lil' brother, he dead for that nigga
And, uh,
at all-confusion-he dead
His chase led to the Fatman, to face the friends of Mr. Cairo
[movie like speech:]
Woman: Hey, there's a really terrific dress shop. Can
Oh hello (hi)
You say goodbye (bye)
Paul McCartney, Yoko Ono by my side (yea)
Now it's Lennon on the mic
That's my vibe, I'm his scribe
Spreadin'
the cameras don't get aired here
They can't see you
Wave your title to this tidal wave, we do
And you don't appear to be a peer to me, for real
You should kneel
on a bitch like John Wall, codeine, no Cristal
Bomb on a bitch like Chris Paul, made money, I'm pissed off
Your bitch gave me a blowjob, and you kissed her
liquor, have a toast for the homies
See, we both gotta die, but you chose to go before me
And brothers miss you while you gone
You left your nigga on his
mister?
Judge Turpin: “Mr. Todd?”
[Dramatic Instrumental]
Judge Turpin: “Where is she?”
Sweeney Todd: “Below, your honor. With my neighbour. Thank
bubble his face and his skin
If I don't like him
That's when the trouble waitin' to begin
(Suffocate him 'til he dies
Then suffocate him again)
Tell this
of Death"
Play, "Stella by Starlight" for Lady Macbeth
Don't worry, Mr. President, help's on the way
Your brothers are coming, there'll be hell to pay
The irony of it all, of course
Is when a pale face SDS motherfucker dares
Look hurt when I tell him to
Go find his own revolution
He wonders why I tell
Him
I don't take kindly to everyone calling me brother
Cause what does it mean
They'll tell you anything right to your face
Then when you're gone, it
am
Being attacked by your accusations simply
Because i got us
In court to help fix this the custody matter?
Why did i have to take you to court to see
roll
You could send armies on me, but my armor rests up in my soul
You could put chains up on me like my brother Paul, but still I'll know
I got the Holy
prayin, and I hope that it pays
I looked him in his face, told him don't be a cad
Cause ain't a girl in the world, it's insanity, mad
You better start
RISE
It’s time now.
Nah you can’t be silent can’t be quiet now.
Let that voice be heard baby don’t tone it down.
You know we got your back baby just
bucks enough
To trouble and have your blood pressure bubble up
Man the fuck is up
You don't like your life level up
Get a job get a shot or shoot yourself
I live just enough for the city so I get by
Money never changed how I felt, would I risk my
Life for a dollar, homie? Nah, I don't think so
Greed
changed your life
And now he waits a judge and jury
Thinkin' you'll break down inside
And with a finger you can put his fists away
And you're face
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