Lyrics:
everyday as if
We growing more degenerate
All you gotta do is flip
The channel to the news
Check the prison stats nother
Brother sang the blues
One dead one
to control the world and keep their power
They all live like royalty at the expense of you and me
Right now in this new world order, right now no one is
than killer Cam
Whole strip cost a band
Toss my man thirty blues
Fat Dan made the news
Preaching to my crew
Giving them game I never knew
Until I
The walk's by faith
The lone wolf dies
How am I gonna follow you
With blue man ears
And snow blind eyes?
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
day
(Reparations, reparations)
Which we intend to bring into existence
By any means necessary
Where my forty acres and a mule?
Where my education
We
was laid
By the yellow man
We pledge allegiance
All our lives
To the magic colors
Red, blue and white
But we all must be given
The liberty that
big grin
Think the world be for the taking
Perception shaken
Strings played with by Gepetto
Pot call kettle black
Niggas lost the will to live
Well so
Catch a sneak peak of death if you ain't on ya P's and Q's
They carry banana clips and niggas'll peel you for ya shoes
It's the blues, but not on Hill
on your knees
Swim or fly, only please, come back to me
On a mule, in a jet
With your hair in a net
In a towel when you're wet
I don't care, this is
around the world, tell the ghost-spell
He wanted to go a places
To see a cool old aces
To Alpine Mountains and visit Parliament
He wanted to dock on a New
world, new sky
That's so blue, it's black too
New growth, new growth
All these fakes I outgrew
Blue bands, blue bands
Get my cash from drive-thru
Boy
ludicrous, sharp like a new syringe, perhaps a lunatic, i don't know just google it
You are defined of how you're seen, not seen how you've defined
Fortunately
uh)
Fuck yo acres and a mule, I need the world wit interest too (uh, uh)
Before I cummerbund my sums and waste it gettin comfortable
See I held down my
in front of me his money just frontin'
You know the routine in movin' a few things
Rollin on two benz in them new blue jeans
Japanese Denim money
on your knees
Swim or fly, only please, come back to me
On a mule, in a jet
With your hair in a net
In a towel wringing wet
I don't care, this is where
and told them color me bad
Blue faces
Get that new money, and it's breaking me down honey
Two tears in the bucket I cry with you
But I could never lie
They'll never find the get because I threw the barreta too far
Police go drive my whip, so I'm going to get a new car, what the fuck
Right before we run it
on two Benz in them new blue jeans
Japanese denim money stuffed in 'em
Twenty something cars, motherfucker, I'm winnin'
I'm talkin' Japanese denim,
it by
Tearing butterflies in half
And some men do it in Palm Springs
Laying it into butter-blondes
With Cadillac souls
Cadillacs and butterflies
six cardinal colors:
Yellow, red, orange, green, blue, and purple
And there are 3, 000 shades
And if you take these 3, 000
Shades and divide them by 6
Okay to move in silence be a loner,
I'm trying to get a Mule and 40 acres And make my grandma the owner
It's a black man's world, I'll paint a perfect
the homies
Blue-eyed devil with a fat-ass monkey
I'ma buy a brand new Caddy on vogues
Trunk the hood up, two times, deuce-four
Platinum on everythin',
only with storm
From way before sunup to way up to sundown papa walked behind that ol' mule
Until the day that they laid him away he lived by the golden
to the low-life sport
Young bucks nowadays,
Even kids my own age,
Making front page
By getting locked in the cage
Pumping, self-destruction
And self-reduction
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