Lyrics:
on the line
Scour it down in a wind of sand
Bleach it clean to a vinegar shine
Daddy's a dark riddle
Mama's a headful of bees
You are my little kite
brother in conflict
Drawls, bees, it's just the son and the beast
I thought you'd always be my brother in conflict, now
Shake body, shake fingers, shake
(Leaders of the New School)]
My man, to take that plane over seas (the seas)
And then the terrorist group the Killer Bees (the Bees)
Claims a bomb is
write a million love songs
But I could never find the words
This is my silly little love song
About the bees and the birds
They don't know nothing
They
we're all fighting a war
But nobody pick up a gun
We got nurses and doctors
They fightin' in the front line, savin' lifes
I'm waitin' in line, I'm
master plan
Now there aint no time
So I tread the line
Oh, I must be dreamin' you see
The comfort is in the clouds
The trees, the birds, the bees
to get rich like Cass
Put a bunch of punch lines in they shit like Cass
It's a million niggaz tryna spit like Cass
But niggaz hear they shit and say,
I keep doing my thang
Haters like bees
Only get one sting
I keep doing my thang
Conscious of
Energy I bring
I keep doing my thang
Radiate love
How my
me it's alrigh
I don't wanna sleep i don't wanna weep
I just wanna feel whole you make me complete
Like the bees and the keeper who keeps
Our synergy
mine I call upon the wisdom of my age
Blow by blow I chase the bees of the death song's wings
There's no crying anymore, missed a line, the bridges burn
don't fight
Unless it's self-defense, to break the savage backs
So he's crew could be convinced
That any time you cross the line, we snap spines
Split
don't fight
Unless it's self-defense, to break the savage backs
So he's crew could be convinced
That any time you cross the line, we snap spines
Split
like smoke
And errythin', coulda smoke a thousand Newports
Really no difference between money and the time
Thin line do it all cause I can't be broke
I like the trees and the birds and the bees
I'm a sucker for peace and quiet
But two weeks alone in this sweet little home
And I feel like
In the middle of the night
In the middle of the day
A mutha fucka feel brave
A mutha fucka feel ready to break the chains
I want to line up
One time for my brothers on the grind
With love on the mind, put it all on the line
One time for my brothers on the grind
One time for my people, one
When at first I took you in
We had a nice association
Your love was sweet as honey then
Even bees will vouch for that
But now you found I’m not your
gon get it
The ball is in your court
I hope you gon lick it, kick it
One by, one by one
Two by two
On the line, the line
Wait, wait, wait, wait
You no
Benjamin Banneker laid the lines for the city
Where the Capitol would soon come to be
He knew the sky he knew the math but always questioned
Why
a paradise dream dreaming of the sea
Hear waves crash splashing living free
The birds quick quacking in the trees
The sunlight attacking like a swarm of bees
country men
We love our country, man
Making this money taste sweeter than honey, man
We just some bumble bees honey bees buzzin'
And busily bustilin'
was rushing down the line
On a thin string tight rope walking
When I get nervous do too much talking
I don't wanna be stalking your memory
Not another
cats this is my kingdom
Little shits all fat check this my wisdom
People live side by side
Everyone standing line in line
No guns no glory for you
the team (Up with the team), like what do you mean? (What do you mean?)
I'm up in the scene (Up in the scene) and we buzzin' like bees (Buzzin' like bees
.png/300px-The_Bees_(2011).png "The Bees")
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