Lyrics:
At the second oak stop sign
Tell em how I used to have dope money
In lunch lines
Give me my flowers while I'm here
Damm right I want mine
Spit hot fire like
never quite got right, now they inhale rocks
On my block - it's like the world don't exist
We stay confined to this small little section with dividends
quite got right, now they inhale rocks
On my block, , it's like the world don't exist
We stay confined to this small little section we living in
Oh my
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights
Produced by Scott Storch
The effort I'm gone put forth
I'm ma blaze a track like a human torch
H-Town's my stomping ground
A legend from the underground
You
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
and denounced by Fascists. Such chilling cruelty, such inhuman actions. These were witnessed and endured in Forlì.
Standing here, in front of the San Mercuriale
Today feels like a clean shirt
No crease on my sneakers
Out here making noise like some feet on the bleachers
Coming through your speakers
Out here
some wings
New Hawk on that channel, I'm on that dolly right
On the way to my gran-ty house, I'm navigated by bubble lights
I'm teded by that junior,
a society
Reside under powers that be
They preside over you and me
By design we're never quite free
And since you have no right to leave
You should get down
given night and anything else isn't right
Time's ticking by, time's making changes, time's turning friends into strangers
I'm trying to find what
mann (percussion)
Scott thunes (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)
Vinnie colaiuta (drums)
Craig steward (harmonica)
Dick fegy (mandolin)
Marty krystall
You ain’t out here making moves
Live it up that’s what we do
Trademark The Block that’s my crew
I do not know about you
You wanna see what we bout
Need you by my side as I'm grippin' on your thighs
And you're staring into my eyes
Girl, you make it hard to breathe
But I need you right here, right
when my internal speed is overclocked
My kernel is 2.6.19, my appearance is quite clean
I just gotta choose the right theme
The light's green which means
That looked something like Matthew Modine
Someday you might meet a girl
(Yeah, she's gonna be your right hand)
Maybe it's you my sweet pearl
when my internal speed is overclocked
My kernel is 2.6.19, my appearance is quite clean
I just gotta choose the right theme
The light's green which means
[Singers:]
Here is the tale of a babysitting job,
The baby is something of a snob,
[Stewie:]
Oh, go fuck yourselves
[Singers:]
So listen very
that I’m fine, but I’m probably high just to get by
I think I’ve said too much and I would stop, uh
But I’m not quite done
It’s not enough, it’s not
Hello, good evening
Came in here, shut the world out
Nothing to get into, nothing to bein' bout
Just grab a little bite, quite a little night
By no
seated in that right chair
At the right hand of God
And I'm standing right here
Unmovable unshakable let's get it quite clear
The bond we have is
fit you quite right
Maybe because they're just pyrite
Gold looks that don't fit you quite right
Maybe because they're just pyrite
I don't belong here
Yes
Radical Thinking Vol. 1 baby
Sage the progeny I see you
Preach Dat Fire I see you
So New York right now
We gotta keep it there
Let's talk about
Here
I'm Here For A Reason so let me make this quite clear
Transparent faces on these niggas I do not fear
Sweet dreams cuz I'm livin' in a nightmare
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