Lyrics:
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Machine against man
And the planet's in ruins
But by then we will have
Mastered the craft of
Creating cloned soldiers so we don't have to
Come out of hiding
Machine against man and the
Planet's in ruins
But by then we will have mastered the craft
Of creating clone soldiers to we don't have
(to) come out
MM dROP! Yes indeed
It's the Biz Markie with the Beatnuts
And I'm gonna count along with
This girl like this
One, two we'll come for you
Three, four
feeble!
It's the need for abdication, plans we making in the dark
Torn sheets stuffed in the Maker's Mark
Let's make like Mehmet Agca, with better steady
locked up I ain’t see no dough
That’s was interrupted by a time alert
Woke up happy that wasn’t real
Showered up quick now it’s time to work
Drying off my
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
choose to rhyme with squirrel or gibberish to stack some cheese
Or a verse about a frigid girl and nutting in her but please
Wouldn't we be better served
A fella needs a girl to sit by his side
At the end of a weary day
To sit by his side and listen to him talk
And agree with the things he'll
Machine against man and the
Planet's in ruins
But by then we will have mastered the craft
Of creating clone soldiers to we don't have
(to) come out
And called him Jim
You have already met her. She is Della
Della finished her crying and cleaned the marks of it from her face
She stood by the window
[E-40] White girl (x8)
(White girl" continues to repeat 8X in background)
I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl
I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl
[E-40]
begin the weekend with a groove
Roll about eight deep now what's my next move
Waitin' to nightfall so I can enjoy
System pumped by four Jeeps, runnin'
take your whole tribe and I'm the chief nigga
Your highest title numero uno
I'm not that little pregnant white girl but juno
You no anything within
of strickly triple 6
You need the mark to buy your food, clothes, and kicks.
Niggaz pick 6, and live inside reflections of their flicks.
No looking back. I
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
before this began
He used to try to talk to this girl named Fran
The type of female with fly Gucci wear
With big truck jewelry and extensions in her
take your whole tribe and I'm the chief n****
Your highest title numero uno
I'm not that little pregnant white girl but juno
You no anything within
before this began
He used to try to talk to this girl named Fran
The type of female with fly Gucci wear
With big truck jewelry and extensions in her
Let humanity have its chance and prepare to leave your mark
Let God and his fellows do what they need
Let humanity have its purpose before reality
on me, I just gotta
I just gotta talk to somebody
Hey fellows, gather 'round
Let me tell you 'bout a girl who's blowin' my mind
She's really new in
ordinary guy
But doesn't know how much sunscreen
He needs to apply
c mime? a great white?
No it's just Mark surfing by
Heading over to the octagon
Zuckzilla
on you
Well, a girl's gotta have a sense of humor
That's one things you really needs for sure
When you're a funny girl
The fellow said "A funny girl
in her heart
Out, I say!
Hey, don't I know you, mister?
Mr. Todd, sir!
The judge
I have no time
Where is she? Where is the girl
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