Lyrics:
gasket just blew
This always happens, thirty minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin, only option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall,
gasket just blew
This always happens, thirty minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin, only option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall,
Pass the 'erb so that I can take a third
Hit from the blessin
Nigga shoulda really learned his lesson
From the second because now
I'm back to stressin
to the Third World War
I'm more than a man, I'm more like an entity
Back on the block, and this time my identity
Is the Dude
Ba-ba-ba-back on the
Ba-back
like a seizure - burnin hot with fever
Right lung failin, from inhalin cheeba
World reknowned.. world reknowned.. world reknowned.. world reknowned
idiocity of these bitches
I'll probably never visit
Farer reaches from kinship
Part of me starts to miss 'em
So pardon me in these lyrics
The artistry that
If one of us survives
I'd rather be the one that died
How can I see a world that's blind?
I only needed you by mine
Should I see you go, it might
you scared, say you scared
In this world I'm Gipp, in second the mutant
The third the Geechee, how many ways can you reach me?
Now most be scully,
Living off borrowed time, the clock tick faster
So said the masked rapper from his casket
What of this nation built upon and sustained by killing?
While
of cavalry swell
Persia fell as well
And the reins of the fledgling
Empire pass to the
Third born son of the
Late great Khan
Ambitions bloom with time
scarecrows that people place
All over this world
Seeing things from as many angles as possible
Till I hit em with the opossum
Play dead
With the eyes squinting
a mediative state
Movin' on, 'believe' that's it, call it magic
Third world, it is, I only guessed it
Shablam idi shablam ida
Shablam idi shablam ida
From the forgotten streets they come
Thirsty to kill someone
Cursed by anger, fueled by hate
Your heart he is gonna take
Oil for the machine that
I am a wide-eyed girl
Scared of the dark but not yet of the world
Came here in the back of a van
Me and my sister eating candy from our sweaty hands
was distracted by noise. Something was pushing thru the strangling brush at the edge of tall shady trees. He saw the old guitar first, held high, then
into something of a rhythm I'm smitten by
So focused on these dreams that I'm forgetting I'm running on no sleep
I'm trying to shake off the melody that
making that happen
Miracles made from both hands together
Created by help from our maker and
Our imagination and our making
Our determination flower da
help me close the World in Your generation"
Can't you see the fire in my Heart?
I have no defense
I'm not afraid to chase the dark
Or live without regret
into this world by beings taught by beings
Yet none of us know who is right
Time stands again as a song with a friend
And I'm telling you the future
easy, to let you be
Happy in your world, and you can't imagine
What will come from the Milky Way, far away
My words are clear, we can't stay here, what
can call me Al
Call me Al
A man walks down the street
It's a street in a strange world
Maybe it's the third world
Maybe it's his first time
got thugs too on the corner doing work (Uh-huh)
Look for ten dollars or sell you that dirt
From pine hills, Oakland, down to OBT (uh)
You can find
Well this record is from me to you, baby
Yeah, real talk
[Chorus]
Been around the world
I've been into many places
Seen some unfamiliar faces
But
The kids is on drugs
And most the world is helpless
The kids is on drugs and most the world is selfish
A kid from the burbs
He's a just kid from
.png/220px-Third_World_(Third_World_album_cover).png "Third World Don")
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