Lyrics:
chronic
Log up on it and you daft punks
Might technologically Vomit
Eight-Bit Schemes are Leading
To my Three Dimension Dreams
Mother's scared cause my
on you to catch my draft
She said I'm Punk but I'm no Daft
Digital warfare look like raft
The only way to save you is in your pants
She see me in New York
equal parts Daft Punk, and Phife Dawg.
Either way that’s top quality that’s what I strive for. I’m like a Cyborg. The way I go hand in hand
With
it all by myself
Can't fold cause I'm solid as a rock
Nigga my shit knock
Knock knock who's there
The mother fucker who doesn't care
About all
members finding out who I fucked
Now I gotta play it low, clean out my own truck
Said you feel it coming like weekend and daft punk
Turn off my comments
touch that French touch around my mind
Daft punk
One more time
And I remember all this time
The nigga not from queensbridge
But he rap like he ever from
Unk)
Steppin to the right wipe me down man
steppin to the left with your stunner frames
by this time the world know what to do
its goin down 2 steppin
with my boy G-Philly
Got the peak sun tan, the six pack abs
The Ray-Bans on and my toes in the sand
House so lit better than daft punk
Rooftop party
lacklustre, could never catch up
I'm going all around the world on you daft punks
Eat peers, leave them in a box, that's a packed lunch
Packed lunch.
Feeling
we all go psycho
Norman bates showed up to the meat show
Eat omo with yoko ono
I fell through the floor one more time
Daft punk da funk played my mind
the pain! Just to take away the pain!
You're a daft punk if for a second you'd thought you get lucky
Like a bad plot I'll put these holes in you and you won't
At your chest and core, commencing war’s like stepping toward a shank
You a featherweight, I slaughter chickens stepping to the plate
Daft Punk treatment,
cool, I'ma have fun
Summon my funds by the bag, huh?
Might go to Met Gala with my main shawty
And we dressed up like Daft Punk
Hate you, we swervin'
what chu niggas say " I bring the funk where you stay"
You can't handle this scandalous nigga raised by the streets
live and die by the heat and all i
to the street
Make it pop like a bottle of champagne
We'll light up the night and forget about the pain
We'll dance until we drop and party like there's no
gotta chunk for Christmas
Feel like huck and Jim when
They raft sunk
I’m blacked out like daft punk
if you get lucky you getting Splashed on
Singing sad
down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin' for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin' for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
debut
I might prefer Sex Pistols to the more, real, early punk stuff by The Clash
But already here you can hear them moving away from their punk sound
down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin' for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
again Catch 22 has come to bump your party
And get you jumping and keep it bumping
Nah forget about the bump,
I'm gonna go and blaze it up
Seven
(Intro)
Do you think it is by accident that everytime
a black leader appears on the horizon
with any kind of cleverness, or charisma he's cut
you jumping and keep it bumping
Nah forget about the bump,
I'm gonna go and blaze it up
Seven different members,
Meaning seven different names,
Meaning
into the speaker
Who gets weaker? The king or the teacher
It's not about a salary it's all about reality
Teachers teach and do the world good
Kings
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