Lyrics:
and the democrats would gloat
But they're all amazed when Rutherford Hayes
Wins by just one vote
D:James Garfield, someone really hated
Cause he was
there were too many giants to fight alone
But James was really still in his shed
This was all imagined in his head
For James was doing acid again
When in
standing, I was landing
Two one hand, one man bands jamming in tandem
He who power naps, then plans gathering ransoms
And maps man's laps in a hand
on Him
There He is
And you shall find
There He is
He was there
There He is
All of the time
There He is
If your friends are around
There He is
got the keys but as we learned
All them politics niggas was doing for years
Obama couldn't make America great, 'cause he
Couldn't be him, to be who he
a HUGE, BULGING ENVELOPE right at the corner of BILLY THE MOUNTAIN, that was right where his 'foot' was supposed to be.
Now, BILLY THE MOUNTAIN, he
his face
A Young Nigga ain’t got time waste
I aint time for jail or another case
BUDDAH!!
Pop the clutch,rev it up, get it up
Bikelyfe man you know I
on your hand"
We'd go out to eat and chill
But they would go to the bathroom
When it was time to pay the bill
I didn't notice all the chuckles
baby one last time"
"Down to St james Infirmary
And I saw my baby there
She was stretched out on a long, white table
So sweet, so cold, so fair"
"Down
was no excuse
Melissa Manchester was child abuse
Sappy stories from Harry Chapin
From Carly Simon there was no escapin'
James Taylor we ridiculed
don't know what he was thinking about or what inspired him to write this tune
But it's a deep tune
There's a deep meaning to this tune because it shows
You know that it was so serious
(Uh) Why so serious?
You can't make a single track
And when you rap, all of your bars are wack
And there ain't even
Prayer
Preacher talking 'bout Christ betrayed
It's like the earth just opened and swallowed him up
He reached too high, was thrown back to the ground
Prayer
Preacher talking 'bout Christ betrayed
It's like the earth just opened and swallowed him up
He reached too high, was thrown back to the ground
He was there
I know He was there
I know He was there
Cause when everybody else said no
He said yeah
I know we all feel abandoned at times
With no
Life's a meant for takin'
And with his final bite of pie
Uncle Johnny looked me dead in the eye
And he said James it's time
That you decide
You gotta
truffles, rutabagas, and roots of all sorts. Put yourself in their place...you'da been mean too!
When Jesse James was a lad he killed many-a man. He robbed
the trig, there's nuff foes equipped
Real deal, of course, I pack steel, shits thick
I'm not dumb, to walk the streets, they kept us swinging by
A punk
attention to the words he read
When he was done we rattled on
There was no lunch because it wasn't dawn
We pointed things out about this times
The worlds
bloodshed
I want fuckers really dead
There's nothing wrong with my head
All I fucking see is red
All I fucking smell is dread
Pull you by your fucking head
or bowed to
By Bustopher Jones in white spats
In the whole of St james's
The smartest of names
Is the name of this Brummell of cats
And we're all of us
by self-contradiction:
One moment
Green is claiming that "softening" his
Vocal style was his idea
The next he’s giving Willie
Mitchell the credit
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
or I'll become a torpedo
I was making bars since I was an embryo
'Cording on my phone yet I got the best audio
Slayin these bars while I'm in a tuxedo
All I
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