Lyrics:
old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played six
He played knick-knack on his sticks
With a knick-knack paddywhack
Give a dog a bone
This old man
Haha
vibe engine
Jiggy Boy Limes
Woo, Yeah, woo, yeah, woo
When I wake by 6, Give praise to allah
For his good grace and watch on my clan
of course, is that we learnt a lot from that as well militarily because I mean, we're at that time, we were wearing red coats and marching with our rifles over
Seventy-six trombones led the big parade
With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand
They were followed by rows and rows of the finest virtuosos
a plan, chase the plan
Don't get stop by no fuck shit
This for my family
This one gone come in handy
I'm tryna reach the top understand me
Aye (aye)
With
gettin' stomped by the marching band
Keep 'em shook like spray cans (it's so hot)
It's so hot it'll make your face tan (ooh)
Ace ban rap, the place,
breathe by myself
Don't wanna be no cliché
No that's never been my way
Ain't nothing wrong with going astray
Yeah that's always been my way
Slip on that
How's man's op gonna say link me at 6 o clock
Got to the spot 5:30, let the ting of at 6:01
That's another pagan gone
Having an amazing run
Out here
by twelve
Just as easily as you and I do by ten
Now if man had been born with six fingers on each hand
He'd probably count
One, two, three, four,
the same damn thing
Knife and fork are on the table, there's nothing in my pan
And if you said a thing about it, havin' trouble with the man
Let
the same damn thing
Knife and fork are on the table, there's nothing in my pan
And if you said a thing about it, havin' trouble with the man
Let
take him with you when you go?
Dance down slow. Oh, way down.
You cannot escape the bar-side angel dissector
You undo you life with too much cocoon,
provided me with these gifts
Helping me to keep marching north
And they are the saints
Pieces of the grand picture he is trying to paint
I am not alone
Down with Triple Six and S.P.V. but you don't hear me
Down with Triple Six and S.P.V. but you don't he-he-he
Down with Triple Six and S.P.V. but you
across the land
Led by a bleached blonde man with a mic in his hand
Act two, song's the only way for me to talk to you
Cos you're the king of hip hop
I'm
ass surrounded
Was blinded by that ass and I was pissed them bastards found me
Grabbed my bow a couple arrows yo I swear I had to shoot a man
Three
himself
Stitched by Dapper Dan, oh man with the gun in hand
I leave your blood squirting
No offense, I'll put your face on the chest of a sweatshirt
[Solo: Eros]
Thunder from the sky, Gods of the Olympus
Marching by my side, Zeus Soter Nike
Ares God of War with Phobos and Deimos
Spartan with no fear,
Deprived of identity by the greed of the ones fooling the impotent mass
They sell us off for wealth with spite
While all the world falls in turmoil
got 9 more phones all with me
One Punch Man I'm off one punch of Xans yeah
I'ma take myself hostage and
Make some demands yeah
Let Jesus take the wheel
harmony
In ecstasy
In agony
The ants go marching
One by one under ground
You could probably catch its tail
If you tuned that tiger around
So soft spoken
It's Nino I be the man
Blowing up like Pakistan
If you want beef with the man
I bring noise like a marching band
You don't really want it man
You
day
Seventy six trombones led the big parade
With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand
They were followed by rows and rows of the finest
is filled with all these rogue ass coppers
Reach for my wallet strong chance they'll pop me
My people marching some grabbing their choppers
There's
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