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of Watford. My goodness, I go the wrong way and get to bleedin
Russia, it'd be all over. Yes, due west of Watford, 3000 odd bloody miles -- forget this
"yeah boy!" - Sample from Flavor Flav
"I know you gonna dig this
- Sample from Car Wash (1976)
"Pump up the volume - Sample
From Rakim on Eric
B
you to still
Release this burden
By being still
I feel you
I will do
What is willed
Which is our innocence
In a sense it's
Oh where the beat go
Let me
'til a hundred and one years old
I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast
But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast
Rock it out, a-Baby Bubba
to waste
Our hearts will never be the same again.
Our hearts will never be the same again.
Our hearts will never be the same again.
I need your
Oh no!, Prolly go back to the reason
I'm stuck (Stock) with life (Life-stock)
Ready to dispense ignorance
To this Farm (Fam) Land
Then I'll be setting
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
a simulation all controlled by a puppeteer
Blind people leading blind people driving cars
To a destination that is unclear while they can't steer
One year
will be a different place
And the past will wash away like coffee stains
We could be kings of the world
On top of the nation
It's a celebration
neck
I must confess there's got to be somethin in the water
Cause every year I age, I gets harder and harder
Got a team of cutthroats, niggaz with hood
be mean to the green limousine
He's trying to be quite discrete
Will fall away, guess you can for a day
If you take me back to 1968
Stereo kids they
a role model for
Just because our fathers a mess it doesn't mean we've got to follow in his footsteps
(To the t)
So breath it out it's gonna be fine we
under the pillow
Babylonian weeping willow
But now shout out loud
All together
We will be zombies forever
The light and a smile
Lullabies, we won't deny,
the values high and KG could get got
By the deadline the headlines until then are stock
But the kool aid is overflowing cups and crocks
To the standers by this
this time
We're waiting for the moment when
"Eat my flesh and drink my blood" will
Be the words that do him in
We can't allow such blasphemy
He's hard
'til a hundred and one years old
I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast
But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast
Rock it out, a-Baby Bubba
Ozy SDC
This one's for the fore-fathers
Classic
Ever felt like you're in a low budget Nollywood flick
And its a crap scene the Naija version
the Nine
You will truly find
The sign
As I bring along some friends of mine
From order no quarter, no dropping dime
F.T.P. will be the answer
crisis
And heard the name, Forgotten
When we've had our hopes up and our hearts open
Only to be brought down by closed doors
And we've heard, Rejected
When
I trust)
I been fucked by so many damn managers
While they push me out front of these cameras (managers, cameras)
All this music I done gave
oceans
There's many versions of me, this is the best version that I've chosen
Your ego will be your downfall so, please stop your gloating
Letting go
the IG proof of my ID
I'm most likely wearing shoes made by Nike
I gotta be comfortable up in this amusement park
Zombies on roller blades scare you in
the silly extensions?"
One bitch they all hit, that's a video vixen
I treat this lil' nigga like a lil'
Nigga and really will lynch him
I hop out on him in
nightmare year ever ends
Will it continue into the next
Will it be that best year I thought this would be
Or will it even be normal by '23
If this nightmare
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