Lyrics:
of the green revolution
Written by Professor Glenn Stone
However, it has had long-term devastating ecological, social and economic Consequences
See Vandana
a misleading shape
Whatever we had, it's too late
We've become tethered to this place, by means of design
Addicted to trinkets, cigarettes and wine
Now this
simply say there's no debate
The music is the only way
I can communicate
But by the time you here this
It's prolly gon' be too late
I never give you
class and we bored
Den Oli say do road and mi gwan wid di road
Third form mi say mek mi try a ting
And you know it formed out to be a fire ting
Now
nothin bout me, spending a bag
I promise tonight baby, I'mma make it last
You gone win first place, you gone make them wait
Fuck with me, the long way
When
'bout it)
Now he's long, long, long gone
(Yeah, came into the country woman's house)
Lost John came into a country woman's house
Sat there as quiet,
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
class and ditch it
Now I bully rap, I'm the sh-, f- (sniff it)
Cadillac from a K Car, my a- from a hole in the ground, still can't tell 'em a-part
We get it jumping, my click go hard in the paint
We get it jumping, bout to switch guard switch lanes
We get it jumping, like Vince Carter through
your shit fuck your clique
Fuck that weird love triangle
Get mad but you don't see it from my angle
Now you ain't my timetable
You ain't getting this
like it was a burning candle
But I grab it by the flame, numb like novocaine
Snag the light from you, slap the fight out you, now I got you hiding too,
hear it
Oh my god, you're still crying a bout Courtney
This'll be rough to get down but stop mourning
I don't wake up next to her face in the morning
But
flexible now that they gettin' greedier
It's psychological warfare at its finest
Dwarves scaring the giants with gore, flaring up riots
And tearing
just stagnant
I work magic, now my pape' giant, Hagrid
When it comes to havin' class, your bitch absent
Now he's got a surgeon pickin' out
this carnage
Like I said, way back, in 95
I still got the belt
You're getting done by a granddaddy
Its alright, 'cause see, all of 'em know 'bout me
You
How freaky can you get to a long fat dick
Hella freaky like i said to a song that hit
I'm the dirty rapper Too Short, the triple X
Run up in
the purp'
We 'bout to beat your avenue, getting cash and work
It's been a long time, long grind long mash
Now it's long shine, long pine long cash
'bout it?
Don't know how long I'll be gone
But who's countin'
Make a flight path for me baby
Let's route it
Might be for a night or for a week
But I doubt
in the
Sand huh! Climb that fence
Damn
By the time I get to the end of my verse
Calisthenics of the tongue
Exercising the first
That's freedom
love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle
Not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing "Sweet Home Alabama" all summer long
Singing
It was 'bout 15 years ago
Just about this time
The child we both were waiting for
Soon opened his eyes
First the cough and then the pain
Showed
It was summertime in Northern Michigan
Ahh Ahh Ahh
Ahh Ahh Ahh
Splashing through the sand bar
Talking by the campfire
It's the simple
thinkin' bout it for the longest fuckin' time
Chillin' from the ceiling ain't a motherfucking crime
Sentimental pedal living on a little dime
Kinda
right, okay, I guess it's up, up and away
I'm takin' a step, takin' a step of faith
Walkin' out on the promises God made
Takin' a giant leap in
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