Lyrics:
danced among the potatoes
The little people were out for fun
Everyone dressed bright as Smarties
Celebrating a job well done
At the Harvest Moon Garden
cowboy, nursing his little phenom
As an even newer idea poke its head out for recon
Oh what a weird distraction, all of a sudden you're lugging separate
Verse 1
Live by the sword
Die by the sword
Martyrs never die cuz cllah is there reward
Your plug has strings attached we cut chords
Ships sailing
meat, I used to have steak in
Now I got 4 jobs hustle on Jamaican
Man ain't it funny how life works sometimes
Now I'm running for my goals trying to dodge
Freddie Mercury, this is your life
Thank the Lord that you were born white
And thank apartheid for this wonderful opportunity
To peddle your hypocrisy
the truth from your lies
Control is fear in disguise
I'm not one to exchange health for wealth
Then buy back time before they die
Parliament
a man you just threw away your toy,
Like a yo-yo.
Yo-yo.
You might be popular, but it won't last for long,
So don't give up the day job, in case it all
woman
Carve his head up like a pumpkin
You pussy ass lil fuckin munchkin
You kissed a lil dirty country bumpkin now you cant hit my fucking blunt for
the elite amass billions
Riots in the streets for another fallen man
An innocent victim of the oppressor again
Why does this keep happenin'?
Could it be
may be backed by the Army of Artifacts
By the time that I’ve enacted a pact
I’ll have made some history
I may be sued for breach of contract
But
Propaganda for the war machine
Automated and active
Sorted by DNA they record it
We caught and captured
Stored in a database
Manipulate all our thoughts
With
of population attack
Propaganda for the war machine
cutomated and active
Sorted by DNc they record it
We're caught and captured
Stored in a database
Manipulate
slick and wicked drinks
For the partying players of music, sport, and silver screen
Bunch of Weinstein wannabe patrons, rep'd by all ethnicities
To cope
believe me
Species of Caesar, unborn, a beast as a fetus
A zygote
But by remote I morphed into a genius
Clean up my speech, as I reach
A creature for peace
again. Vendettas peddled
Strings of Geppetto, public are sheep in the meadow, truth is
Pestled by media shepherds out to net-worth-treble
But on the level:
to lose
Every distracted doubting you
Satan and demons scouting you
You know that they ain't 'bout to lose
I pray to Jesus vouch for you
I'm tryna move out
something serious
For many, isolation made it hard to look in mirrors
Validation from your peers and a job to keep you busy
Work up through the ranks and then
Calling, calling the ATL south and the whole entire world
Get up, get into it involved
Looks like a job for the Goodie Mob, lets work
Standing
heart-of-gold medics with
Aesthetics on a string
You will forever be employed by
The next best thing
Smack dab in the middle of his palms
Had a new day victory,
Ivy you don't look like any girl I know
Ivy I'm ready for your Wild West show
Part Betty Page, part Warhol
Red cowboy boots, black camisole
Like
Missing more than one leg or more than one hand
Drama is being chased off ya' land
By a funny looking man in a suit that works for the bank
Drama is what's
tuned into Blue
"Maybe Amsterdam or Rome"
Awakened by a stewardess,
With Spain somewhere below.
On the threshold of adventure,
God I do love this
wilzzo-izzo-zee
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
Ooh, I know, I know
I don't really care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson
wilzzo-izzo-zee
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
Ooh, I know, I know
I don't really care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson
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