Lyrics:
This is Jubilee Rhapsody
An Ode to Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth the second by Master Double G
May I say Her Majesty wears her crown with no frown
But
Have you heard it the original wordsmith
Twenty four seven on a beat I deserve this
I'll first second and third it with the verses I have a purpose
Have you heard it the original wordsmith
Twenty four seven on a beat I deserve this
I'll first second and third it with the verses I have a purpose
seconds
Shit, I guess they want some mo'
Bitch
Now slyde, Bitch(x7)
Criss cross, step right
Slyde, now I'm jiggin' it
Lean left, rock right
Wipe me down in
the name of king selassie and be meek, woii-a, woii-a
The whole world shall see, yeah
The Lion 'pon the throne
Weh ah loose the seven seal, woii-a, woii
to pass
So go, I know you would not stay
It wasn't true, but anyway
Pollination, yellow cab
You walk up the stairs
See the French kids by the door
a ghetto nigga's lullabye
A seven-deuce full of niggaz goes by
Thought I was trippin the second time they rolled, by
Recognized the plates, the faces
when the Xanny's don't work
And he panic, ears ringing, when you call he can't hear you
Every seven seconds, eyes back up in the rearview
Something
of the great
magicians. An expedition of alien voyagers came upon
the now ice-covered sphere, drawn there by an
unexplained lone beacon far below the miles
1 ounce, 2 blunts, 3 seconds
And I'm on the 4 oh 5 flying in my 6
Got a call from a 7, said she with a 9
If you add 'em up, that's more than
Be better
Do better
Think better
You’ve never been half the man I thought you were...
On first impression
Or second, third...
Be better at it
I’m not
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight ...
I've got my clipboard, text books
Lead me to the station
Yeah, I'm off to the civil war
The magnificent seven
Ring, ring, it's 7:00 A.M.
Move yourself to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
second guessed, but guess what this is
That’s right– you getting cut
Let me tell ya a story about that one guy that came by
He was a guy from around
in second grade, like I'm back in kindergarten
And I'm going out of order cause I am retrograde
Pretending I'm as cool as pink lemonade, like I'm
Give it all to God
Give it all to God
Praise Him
Give it all you got
Give it all you got
Thank Him
Drive it off the lot
I'm just so blessed I bought
hours
And finally I'll be
On the way home
On the way home
Just give me a second
To gather my problems
And fuck it
Let me take some
Till my face numb
Just
didn't speak on your behalf, but if I could
You know I would twice
Daddy scratching records and my momma sing like Gladys
Send my praises to Obatala, he
and would approach a vector
Thank the poet thanking knowledge who becomes a lector
I was runner crossing home thanking my stolen second
See, I strike gold
4th quarter, 30 seconds
Game seven, LeBron
No Ray Allen in the corner
My shot bigger than Bob's
I got ice in my veins, I'm clutch
My wifey copped
on this station! just like the title its on a loop, every minute, second, 24/7, 365 days a year... forever
paid off dedication, they motivated
Booker fights the seven shows, tell my mama that I made it
Had to get it on my own, I don't give a fuck who hit it
I
When I wake up every morning I will sing you a new song
I will give the praise to him who has just given me a new life
Chukwuoma meh chukwuoma meh
a second let me down
Hear my hallelujah
When I'm prone to hide the broken parts of me
When I'm sized up by a standard that I just don't meet
I'll remember
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