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cat, I hope it lets you pat it
I hope you watch your favourite programme on the television
I hope your favourite nemesis gets s*** on by a passing pigeon

the sun go?
We're too late to make the village
We'll have to rough it tonight
There's a tiger on the prowl
And he's setting the birds all aflutter
Don't let

out by the night
In the morning, everything felt out of sight
They ain't have ambition, so I had to catch a flight
They so negative, they see the world

Super Friends

Weerd Science

Friends and Nervous Breakdowns

really know how
And the super friends better look the fuck out
All my Super friends where you at? 
Brian, Phil, Jay, Pat
None of you really ever had my

Listen Up

Erule

Best of Underground Hip Hop

2000

true, pull no stunts on the crew or you're through
That's a fact, future knack flung by the tongue
Hark to what the God brung, listen up

Flip I'm

position, you act like there’s no light in town
I’m hiding my bills so come pat my pockets down


Beggar, beggar beggar
Beggar, beggar, beggar
No sweat to me

I'll murder the beat but it's murdering me
Setting the oven 350 degrees
Eating the dough right out of the freeze
Hand in the cookie jar caught by

of story didn't take it to the Major league 
Feel like I let them down 
People who had faith in me Opportunities pass Me by 
Couldn't wait to leave
Hot

great 
Try what I try, theres a lot on the plate 
Bye, bye, bye 
N Sync I'm me 
Nice try lil bitch, no shame gg 
This shit too fire, say Pat OP
Kid grew

sitting here crazy
Or are you driving me there
Am I yo ms daisy
Then we probably won't pair
To be honest I'm scared
I've been vulnerable here
I feel like

You ponder yourself the conflicting elf or the nearest burning star
You try counting to infinity by pats but it only gets you so far
Ooh, ah

a fat sack of it
I got real niggas backing it
Dressed in all black like Africans
On attack they throw bullets like javelins
Hit you in your abdomen
You're

me hand cuffed, shackles on my legs

Time to man up, do the crime put your hands up

Pat 'em down

Surrounded by killers, ain't no heaven to be found

there wouldn't be no pageant
Wouldn't miss America, ex-pat it
No next gadget, start up patent
Ads get smart, it's target practice
Our demographics

boys to the pinnacle (to the top)
I told you this shit so clinical
I understand why you're so cynical
damn bitch, this shit be so typical

Hello its

I count my blessings, pat my own shoulder
And I’m sitting there thinking what a time to remember
When we were out, but you won’t remember a thing
So

ride than the 80s
I just said, I'll run the stage
If you got a kid, you're gonna need me

Save the few little niggas by bullying
Oh, I see you, I see me

I'm mad at you you mad at me
I'm mad at you you mad at me
You're in my heart and your in my dreams
Pick up your cup and fill it up
Get a pat

to the gut
deface the bottle
show me what you're made of
what do you know about life in general
nothing is known by you
how can you even live through
this is

Gunship Politico

State Radio

Flag of the Shiners

a product of your mind.

But when you continue 
To let loose on a runnin man.
You send him crashing to the edge of the pavement
You're doing something you

a whiskey, 
He wants it poured by Pat, 
She thinks it's tea and fills a cup,
And he seems pleased about that, 

Coooo-ooo-eeee it's a Christmas in Australia,

the trawler
Cooks on our barbeque
Nanas made pavlova 'ya want some'?
Join the que

Uncle jack wants a whiskey
He wants it poured by Pat
She thinks it's tea