Lyrics:
The Give Me That Thing
Stepping In The Club Them Go The Boggy Down Low
The Give DJ Money Make He Put It On Repeat Yeeyee
My Tomato London Softry The Do Me
Lost consumers hypnotized by the bullshit on t.v.
Trapped in plastic prisons
The useless eaters flock like sheep
Fuck you drones and fuck your phones
Straight out of Jersey to the Slum Village
I lyrically pillage at a high percentage
And you critics keep your mouths in it like you questioned by the feds
My
did agree to go
and spend one summer pleasantly of the range of the buffalo.
'Twas in the town of Jacksboro in the spring of Sev'nty three,
A man
Three, Four
I've been before
Rocking the mic
And you can't ignore
That five, six
The man with the sticks
Got more beats
Ya, the kids got tricks
Seven
find an empty room but hesitation is in my heart
A look down the hall, nobody there, so I close the door
Take of my new jacket, man, I can't put this
and Azael, the demon triangle strong
Asmodai spits flames of hell
Three-headed abysmal king
Head of bull, man, and ram
Riding a dragon from the pits
life on the line what else you want me to give
Even thinking that this war was wrong I move along
Just did my 3rd tour it's the same ole song
By the time
They claiming top 5
I’ll let you pay me lease
On the par 3 yeah
In my Nike fleece
Don’t disturb my
Mood
See you at noon
Shawty got her nails done
ya see they're not allowed
They get beat down by the US Mafia crowd
The CIA-FBI-IMF-crew
The world class multinational wrecking crew
So in the first
not nearly kind enough
To leave you parasites inside me
Fumbling slowly down this path
In hopes the other's struck by lightning
Spiraling down
s**t
It might be your own
Verse 3:
It's beyond my control, if you dont think I'm cool
Cause I dont push a benz, and I dont where no jewels
Baby I'm
some niggas that's breaking the code
Do know some niggas for pussy they bold
Pussy got mind control
Two of my niggas, plus me, that's three
Let's link,
Listen, yo
Yo, listen man, I'm one of the greatest
Welcome, one and all
I'm glad you have patience
Have a seat, get comfy, open your ears
Listen
Slave to the music
I'm a slave to the music
Take your time
Find a way to do control the line
Let the record get into your mind
And let it
I was raking leaves in my own backyard,
Putting them in piles,
And buring them up,
The flames got higher,
They got out of control,
I was hosing them
slipped something in your drink, your eyes roll back
Room is spinning and he's touching you, you can't control that
Hold back, nah, you can't, off goes
I left home three years ago today for the land of opportunity, at least that's what they say. You'd think a country built by immigrants would
Slave to the music
I'm a slave to the music
Take your time
Find a way to do control the line
Let the record get into your mind
And let it
Seventy hours a week
It amazes me the power in her feet
With no sleep she raised me
c cocktail waitress with three babies
Who will not fail in
of hate, we Loathe as one
Omnipotent soldiers built by gods
Start the social control, eyes fixate
All you need to know is what we tell you
Once taken
Slave to the music
I'm a slave to the music
Take your time
Find a way to do control the line
Let the record get into your mind
And let it
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