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of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
While we sit at our table my family heads bowed low
My thoughts return to childhood to the finest guy I know
He doesn't speak good English he's
a good song
To usher you through the gloom
When I see your face after the flight home
I know I'm not alone
When you call my name through the modern
speaking English now
And he's smoothing out his clothes
He's Mr. Button Down
He's leaving home
Making changes day by day
And we still ain't got no
free ma people go home Mr president free IDPs,
Am saddened by the plight of my people in Benue,Nasarawa, Taraba, no Nigeria citizen deserves to be
handicrafts. The market is home to a variety of shops selling traditional textiles, handicrafts, and jewelry, as well as modern electronics and household goods.
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
Forget you
Sprinkle me man
Uh, sprinkle me man
Ah laced up by the best, check it out,
Uh, marinatin' on the corner with a chip in his phone
You can
day of Easter Monday
The Resurrection turned into an insurrection
The Irish people woke up to a gloom
To abolish the British Rule by Saint Patrick's
Once there was an English schoolboy
Who'd heard many a tale
And dreamed to be a great white hunter
Out on the ivory trail
Lived his dream and sailed
drop, motherfucker cop
Old English, 800 on the block,
Way before sane eyes came to the spot
niggas used to hang out, and do the pop lot
And if we got
they desired
(chorus)
The English were surrounded by the French who came to fight
With love for England the mutineers turned to fight with all
behind it tryna get this gwala 10 ways
Kat daddy made it home
Out the pen survived the struggle
To get Killed by a hater that ain't want a thang from em
Rarri an Nina and Beamer my bitch she a singer
You know it ain’t nothing to bring her
Just me an my girl an her home girl
Uh Quick 50 racks to turn
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh
Huh
How hard could it be for the boy
Youn wanna get burnt by the heat from the torch
I'm the voice
top shelf
And all the while I'm praising myself
For who i am now and who i was then
Has risen, quadrupled and doubled by ten
From a fountain of choice
Taking the piss out the olds back home
Twocing, yeah we’re having a laugh
‘Cos we don’t give a toss about English or maths
Howling from the sun roof,
better leave it alone
When walk on the scene, hearing hollering n screaming
It’s prolly the demons that call my head home
It’s purge time my words rhyme
feels he is being watched by more than just the curious deer
nd west Texas highway transients
t dawn, he begins to feel the first nearly imperceptible
just by myself, lookin' for niggas like where's Waldo
She got the same shoes as my wife but she copped 'em at Aldo
Modern day MJ with a off the wall
'Cause I'm a street genius
With a unique penis
Got fly chicks on my dick
That don't even speak English
I'm makin' ducks shed much tears
I buck queers i
polite
Very English) " I left feeling like
A dork, like I had violated her space
Like she probably thought my band was tacky
A few weeks later I received
chips
I keep me a steak, a pistol, a grip four 5th
Cuz I'd rather be judged by 12 then to be carried by 6
Don't wanna be carried by 6
Rather be judged by
little then he'd ask for more
In the month of August the boss man told us
No union man for him could work
We stood by Larkin and told the boss man
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