Lyrics:
poetic genius
My thread of conscious
Handcrafted by the hands of a seamstress
Black atom, my mathematics
Defines quantum physics
This is gold metal rap
I
leads to a joke when you and Satan speak
Yeah, you was patronizin' us, we waitin' patiently
Well, you'll prolly get your life to trade a day with me
we'll just relive our younger days and sit here by the fire
And if we both live through the night tomorrow we'll retire
Why we've seen the rainstorms
don't believe you oughta be a-bringin' up your little girl this way."
And it was signed by the secretary, "Harper Valley PTA."
Well it happened that
no I ain't over you
But I'm doin' my best
Every day and every night
Hangin' on by a thread
That's stretched just a little too tight
If I can't
attacked by first
They're at my neck like motherfucking vampires
So critics si-day I si-day the same shi-dit, I'm always degrading, little bi-ditch
Well
Molestation multiplied by a million percent
Your aunts and uncles, niece and nephews all align with the shit
History shows for speaking up my whole life is
I want to tell you all the story 'bout
A Harper Valley widowed wife
Who had a teenage daughter
That attended Harper Valley Junior High
Well, her
marvelous
It's obvious we don't know what's happening
It's happening you happening
My heart in it eye packaged it
Dear Rubi
When eye was younger eye was 'lone
soul, okay
Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by your throwaway
And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame
Oh, you thought
Well I remember my first day of public school
I was very scared of getting pummeled
And sure enough I did at first recess
I got pegged in the head
Way before my payday way before junior year
Way before my heyday i was younger then
Not old enough and bold enough
It was time well spent
I think about
we are going
to be playing you an amazing project that is well crafted by these young individuals
known as YDIE, all right
And the name of the project
I want to tell you all the story 'bout
A Harper Valley widowed wife
Who had a teenage daughter
That attended Harper Valley Junior High
Well, her
you understand
I been hustling, hope you understand
Much love to my loved ones, in my younger days I had much fun
Being the one is just some', that I
I want to tell you all a story 'bout a Harper Valley widowed wife
Who had a teenage daughter who attended Harper Valley Junior High
Well her
still in junior high-school, elementary ass niggas
Holler at me when you graduate
We'll be posted right by the four hundred building,
Room four twenty,
like I'm one of the livest
One of hip hop's finest, elite rhymers
And I plan to graduate with honors
But one day we'll all be a bunch of old-timers
met you this week
Okay (K) than I, fast forward and then the day went by
No Jays (J) on feet, amazing sky, it was about 5:15
We were in line for
comfort for all my days
He is not a lot of fun but there is no one
Who can match you for turn of phrase
My Alexander
Angelica
Don't forget to write
is like a DVD, yeah it's like a movie
I'm like Clooney to these younger chicks
I'm in charge like the government
I'm frankly on some other shit, so
(Written by Junior Wells)
You stay out all night 'til the break of day
Snap me up with everything I say
Little by little, oh, I'm losin' you I can
trying to save a pretty woman I aint Richard Gere
Unless she trying to hit the stick shift while I'm switching gears
Thinking back to younger days I was
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
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