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Yah, Protools Calls Of Zion, yeah
They want to kill us all, kill us all, kill us all in the head
Shoot us all, shoot us all, shoot us all, till we

dey
Poverty go dey bill you
Where dem been dey?
When your were working all night
Meanwhile, your mates been dey sleep
Where dem been dey o?
Where dem

they got crazy weight
Bagged up by the gates, in crates like disco breaks
Yo look out for Jakes, give it all it takes
Let's burn the place before we

Good Advice

Allan Sherman

My Son, the Greatest: The Best of Allan Sherman [LP]

1988

beneath that tree
And if you let that rotten apple fall down on your head,
Why you'll discover gravity"

And that was good advice, good advice
Good

of misery
Kick in the head, rub the salt deeper
Lie awake and feel you getting weaker
Ah, I hate to state the obvious
Hate to state the obvious
Hate to state

should
Doing things them wish them could 
Hating on me, yeah them would
It's all good, let 'em hate 
My name is Danny by the way (What you say?)

Mucho

truth i still lie
Did your friend understand?

I've got 
Mates to wait for
Now let's get away
The paradise gates were 
Broken by mates
What was the answer

on the bed and you saw her back
A second thought popped in your head as you turned back
Better not be caught when you're doing something bad

Life at a party

mate
We playing chess I'm finna take your Queen we gon skip dates
Skip states, you could get her back in bout six days

They be tryna count me out but I

really in control?
Get ready
Sparks gonna fly in the house tonight
Ain't nothing but the ladies going south tonight
Watch me and learn
All the heads gonna

I'm sorry for your loss
It's somebody dead in the car and it's probably one of yours
The writing all across the window in the walls
Whether it was

keeping you waiting
No im not paying the laymen
I don't need to twist my words
Man I just state it
Kick you to curbs
Gutters all painted
Hoping it hurts
I

Wait a minute, bad Tuesday, yeah, on a good day
On a good day, on a good way
Head to the top, get the bag, get straight outta state
Swear to God, gotta

got me like "how sway"
Shit is deeper really deeper like all caves
Hip hop in good hands like all state
XL extreme like x games
Moving up king me that's

all in this art, can't keep my feelings idle
My waves of gravity to be detected by LIGO
Sure you can't see 'em but both you and I know
Every day a new

the side of the juicy

Cheeba queen, [Incomprehensible] jeans, state to state
An' she got the nerve to fuck me all mean
While I rock all green by all

Caught inside of a trip
But then realize that your thoughts don't fit
You are in a state of perturbation
Calming you with opaque sedation
Now you're

dreamed half your life
Even though you'll kick the bucket
The list will be just fine
Six hundred miles out
For five hundred of good times
It's all just in

of burnt out cars I wish my skinny body hung Maradona Dunne
'Cos now the sun is all but gone away and in my head I hear you say
'Bout how we'd always get

in the vicinity
The proximity, the Glocksimity, we on Yosemite Sam
Bam, bam your body drop, Van Damme, karate chop
The Beretta's a better competitor

it but I ain't giving no fucks
Just bop to it
If you feeling real good just bop to it
Got ya bitch by your side just bop to it
Keep a cup in your hand

that snuck their boys in
Like a free-for-all buffet when my team
Cultivates a crowd of loose heads
And boosted heads get called and all
Of them fall this

want your head on a platter, not right now but sooner
I got you a .45 and a Mitsubishi tuner
Wait, wait I've never been to Costa Rica
And then it all

state I'm in
I am not a human, I am an alien

Fuck the bill cause I am not payin it
I am not a human, I am an alien
Let the wind take me, whatever state