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of the banks, of the banks below
When you're ready to go
I'll take you there, up in the air
Down low, slow, not quick
Down in the shadows so slow
Let me know
you'd want what I want
Sorry my dear but where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns, quick send in the clowns
What a surprise, who could foresee?
possessed by the spite, woeful irrelevance
So quick to ignite, impulse to indict, defense for incompetence
For what it's worth, it was over before it began
It's the effect you don't expect
You never know what's coming next
So get a grip quick, drop a gear, running high to the sky
Till you fly
Like
Then I bite my nails to the quick
Run back home
You've got blue blood on your hands
I know it's my own
You came at me in the midnight
To show me
name when you need me
I'll be there quick fast in a hurry
No need to worry
The all mighty gfk the master venger
New york ??? and ??? city defender
the master of disaster and the master of beat
Come-Come-Come-Come-Come with it
Ghetto-ghetto-ghetto-ghetto-ghetto-to
He's so quick
He's so fast
He's
Good sex good shit good sleep
I'm spyin'
That check was pretty big
I'll spend it pretty quick
My body's pretty shot
I'm dyin'
[Chorus:]
Hello!
(Here we go!)
No sorry,not tonight
(That was quick!).
Shhh! Yes?
(Jim? Jack? Jeffrey?)
No,it's just that I'm languid.
(Well,how do
the reason they signed me
It's quick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts
Feels somethin' like hard punches to the gut
How I address the haters and under
Come on I will show you how I will change
When you give me something to slaughter
Shepherd boy (Hey!)
Everybody sing (Hey!)
Better act quick
your bitch Hannon
Give her a quick chance to kiss glands
In the mix, I saw the bitch sniffin', just dance
Slept on a peel, then broke her wrist,
quick to make a fast buck
In bathrooms and barrooms
On dumpsters and heirlooms
We bit our tongues
Sucked our lips into our lungs 'til we were falling
Oh yea! We's off the Richter Scale
Hate will get you, put in coffins quick as hell
If the ladies would show it off and thick as hell
For my hustlers
Crying in line and dying burning debris
My face is burning...oh so quick...so quick
Like a candle at the end of its wick
Well, I turn the dial, I turn
a barrel full of monkies
While I break out to shoppin mall he's makin a quick phone call
About my sound is too new and different
I need to be regular like
background
The last nigga to see you bleed, the last nigga to see you breathe
The last nigga you wish you shoulda believed
And Drag move quick, blend right
put that shit on low
Anybody popping weak shit get dealt with quick in an orderly fashion
For asking I'm blasting that's what I call mashing like
a Saturday night
And I'm looking for some party action
I don't care about getting laid
I want some quick and easy satisfaction
What you gonna do?
Where you
please believe me
Nigga only when I'm in the mood for a quick
a quick ride on the dick
through a razor in my mouth
straight slicin' yo' shit
NIGGA !!!
who was he
Quick's hot the hair do just like Ruth Buzzy
Runnin' 'round town like ya been to jail son
But ya hit the swap meet to get your hair and your
I'll be there in a hurry
Jack, be quick, Jack, be nimble
Just call me up when you feel the need to talk
When words aren't of the essence I'll soothe
skill is illy, silly when I work it
Quick to flip the lip and rip a nigga out the circuit
So step wit it, can ya get wit it when I'm flexin' it
Takin'
than the rest, I guess I gots ta prove it
Ya cruisin for a bruisin if ya bite it when I use it
See I'm quick to shoot the giff, and if ya tryin ta stop
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