Lyrics:
to the
Streets of the haunted
Oh my goddess of glass
With a heart of brass
Shatter my bones
So won't you break my heart
Again and again
Berate my frame
And tear
your sister
Brass bands marchin' by
Throwing notes to the sky
There goes, well there goes
Second-liners and flambeaus
I'm feelin' even better than
Never influenced by movements of what the cultures doing
If it ain't congruent wit my dreams I can't get into it
Only time they down with you is if they
launched upon the tide and all the townsfolk cheered,
A brass band played but not a word of omens they had feared,
But before the afternoon was out,
everything the block see
We 'bout to need to take the corners from them cowards
Get it on so y'all can move more-, by the hour
Hold in case we gotta rip-,
band
Playing to the tide
Come with me or go alone
He's come to take his children home
It's the same story the crow told me
It's the only one he
Everybody! Look at this madness
Decide how to handle the sadness
Rioters form to a brass combo
Jamming on the Bands riffing
Jaxx steps back and turns up
three times
As was the uncertainty of the printout
Produced by the instruments therein
It takes about a year
Of rising and falling telluric current
open, Dookie Ropes on the bells
When everything is gold, who cares about the carats?
They say that gold's the skin of the gods
You can't take the band
Tell them take a bite
Got the edible in hand when I
Drive at night
Got the ice with bands like its
Walter White
Yeah, tell me what the price and we
concepts, new tools, new weapons
By analyzing the past, Sage can project into the future
I used to think that rappers had it figured out
Brass Monkey,
I ain't usin' hands, let them rubber bands get ya (get 'em)
It take money to go to war and we can go to war, nigga (get 'em)
I ain't no real rapper,
I ain't usin' hands, let them rubber bands get ya (get 'em)
It take money to go to war and we can go to war, nigga (get 'em)
I ain't no real rapper,
Take the profit and I throw it in a week
And I know the Feds ride around with me
But I ain't gon' stop, nigga
I'm sticking to the streets
Pyrex pot is
Upon the hunchbacks, hunchbacks
And Hindemuth paints a brass parade
As locksmith's tumblers turn cascade
And the piano tuner stashes all the loot
It's
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)The XI, it's popping
(Yeah,yeah, yeah,yeah)The Band's they rocking
(Yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah)The Cops ain't blocking
(Yeah, yeah,
black to tan, heavy-metal rhythm from a one man band
Bust my knuckles in a junkyard scuffle
Whippin' adversaries with a brass belt buckle
Born in
on the bonce,
although there was a drive by shouting once,
but there's a brass band everywhere,
and I dont drive so I care,
and as a nightingale sang in berkley
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
its gone be alright
Trynna make enough bands get my moms a flight
She said how you know that they won't take your life
Just to keep it 100 they just
When it's my last day, then it's my last day
But until that day, you can't take away
How they scream my name, how I pimp this game
Critically
When it's my last day, then it's my last day
But until that day, you can't take away
How they scream my name, how I pimp this game
Critically
band, daddy?"
"He's one man and he's banned by television and radio..."
"Young whipper-snapper!"
Well it seems that ever since I was born
Somebody said
you gone keep them brand new kicks upon ya feet
fuck that buy a house nigga - move out rent it out nigga
I need a couple Band'z yea Im talking right now
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