Lyrics:
Gibson
It's me they love to give the credit to
But me don't mean a thing without you
You make sacrifices every night and day
Never hear the crowd
with no problemo
Iceberg rabbits and the fox and more
Where I coped two more brought four for RZA
Bad Boy thank you for this special delivery
mad, Mel Gibson
So death to all the bullshit by any means
Kill em all, hang em from the ceilin using skinny jeans
For aspiring rappers that want
local bars
When I'd get him up at closing time
For a couple of songs and a chance to shine
Like the star that he longed to be
He looked a Hell
Call that shit a eye for a eye, my nigga, by any means (sheesh)
Had extended clips before skinny jeans (yeah)
Now bow and arrows at cop cars with
a mess and if I did I’m Mel Gibson and Danny Glover lethal weapon b**** I'm bout that action.
Never could I be intimidated by these other n****s in
Free the real that's locked behind the gates
'Member when I used to flip a 8th
Make the 7th money by the 8th
All this ice and I don't even skate
Big
about two and a half minutes
I'll just waste time by doing nothing. How does that sound
And more lies, and that's a saw
Never had I thought that such
Heard it's popping at the spot, time to get right
Call up my dogs tell 'em get right
Call up 'em broads tell 'em get right
Poppin' bottles till we
albums that don't completely suck,
Stop puttin DRM onto audio CDs,
That don't make it any harder to steal your MP3s,
If I want your shit for free, I ain't
just get carried away
Yeah I just get carried away
Well the journey is all we can rely on
So enjoy it... enjoy it while it lasts
Don't waste so much time
weed smoke nigga
Green figures, time to get ‘em by the rack
You don't want that smoke nigga, facts
Its Dope Dilla on the track
CHORUS
(DJ Scratching
mad, Mel Gibson
So death to all the bullshit by any means
Kill em all, hang em from the ceilin using skinny jeans
For aspiring rappers that want
Heard it's popping at the spot, time to get right
Call up my dogs tell 'em get right
Call up 'em broads tell 'em get right
Poppin' bottles till we
a trip, where it ends, girl I just don't know
We can dance in rain or watch it fall
Take you all around the world
Sex in hotels, different time zones
of leaving those local bars
When I'd get him up at closing time
For a couple of songs and a chance to shine
Like the star that he longed to be
He
Heard it's popping at the spot, time to get right
Call up my dogs tell 'em get right
Call up 'em broads tell 'em get right
Poppin' bottles till we
for 6 straight you know my paychecks heavy
15 minutes til I’m home 15 more I’m ready
Then I bust the hinges off of the back door it’s time to go
Their
Morrow not expecting to beguiled.
Said I, "My friend, I'd like to go to Morrow and return no later than tomorrow for I haven't time to burn."
Said he
Heard it's popping at the spot, time to get right
Call up my dogs tell 'em get right
Call up 'em broads tell 'em get right
Poppin' bottles till we
One More Parade
Phil Ochs
Written by Phil Ochs and Bob Gibson
Hup, two, three, four, marchin' down the street
Rollin' of the drums
I said, "What time you get off?"
She said, "When you get me off"
I kinda laughed but it turned into a cough
'Cause I swallowed down the wrong pipe
‘Not Afraid’ - written and performed by Damien ‘Mello Dope’ Koen and Collin Gibson
VERSE 1 -- Mello Dope
I'm not afraid of the arrow that flies in
can make it last
You think you make it last
Don't stop
We runnin outa time, last call, you think you can make it last
You think you can make it last
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