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billy woods & Kenny Segal
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Mosh through the orchestra pit, the ripped CD-R skip You hope the CDS don't stick, bent over dope-sick Too scared to write the book, took it, put it in the hook Of a song, no one listened to it, looks like I wasn't wrong Hid it where they wouldn't look, lookin' like Zedong Lookin' at Taiwan like, "Look, they shook, let's get it on" Shots whizzed, his depression was all gone Emotional liftin', please use the proper form Bend at the knee, rolled up half of Guam Lost no sleep over the fate of your white farm What goes come back around So when they came for me, I wasn't alarmed Get fished out the hole like Saddam Tough guys, won't go alive, get found unarmed An object in motion stays in motion, I wait 'til the sea calm Slaves like hammered bronze, ships was yea-long It's too late for qualms with the hammer in the palm You a slave to the hammer, you do what it wants Take the good with the bad, fly trees in a cheap blunt Niggas put up a good front, but you can see the zipper Before he took a hit, I watched the nigga shiver That that Bill Withers Nigga had the nerve to say, "You can't take it with you" **** would I want with any of this shit? Dummy SpongeBob, the whole operation underwater "It's only one God," what we said in Tora Bora The bombs was on us, the bombs was on us Came back to God like, "Muh****a, you promised, you promised" SpongeBob, the whole operation underwater "It's only one God," what we yelled in Tora Bora The bombs was on us, the bombs was on us Came back to God like, "Motha****a, you promised, you promised" I get five dollar phone cards from the corner store It's hot, gang-gang crowded in the door, slid past Don't you bump nobody, the body control was godly It's just a hobby picked up in the lobby, it's that nigga karate Summer, dirt bikes and Kawasakis, numbers Fibonacci Overseas connection choppy, she's gettin' worse Your sister talked to the nurse, everybody at church Everybody wants to know if you comin', but they won't say the words Your days feel rehearsed, nights come back in short bursts In the bodega, basehead lurks Hoppin' foot to foot, young'uns slow with that work Got my AFRICALL card, but Akhi did lotto first I don't wanna see 'em put her in the dirt I can't go there with nothin' but my shirt Explosions outside, bombs burstin' in the sky Streets, sidewalks, it's the third of July SpongeBob, the whole operation underwater "It's only one God," what we said in Tora Bora The bombs was on us, the bombs was on us Came back to God like, "Muh****a, you promised, you promised" SpongeBob, the whole operation underwater "It's only one God," what we yelled in Tora Bora The bombs was on us, the bombs was on us Came back to God like, "Motha****a, you promised" You have 10 dollars, 22 cents remaining in your account Please enter the telephone number you wish to dial now Or press star-zero to recharge and hear the main menu options
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