Yeah, this That New Tweet Shit This Shit Is Crazy Y'all 2005 Volume One Nothing but Sickness Holla We Gon' Get this Party Started Yes It's Our Concern
Yeah! This that new Tweet shit This shit is crazy y'all! 2005 Volume one nothing but sickness Holla We gon' get this party started Yes it's our concern
1,2,3,4 Our Gums are black our teeth are falling out We've got spots on our backs so give it up and shout We've got scurvy we need some vitamin c We've
Tell the moon don't tell the marcher Tell the moon don't tell the marcher Tell the moon don't tell the marcher ...
Had ourselves a little barbeque Corn on the cob and mashed potatoes too Joe got the fritos, ernie got the stew So what did you bring We got the beef
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I cross my fingers on a Monday morning I keep on smiling and I keep on singing So sure that I don't deserve it My throat aches and my ears are ringing
As logic stands you couldn't meet a man Who's from the future But logic broke as he appeared he spoke About the future We're not gonna make it He explained
If we only have love And tomorrow will dawn And the days of our years Will rise on that morn If we only have love To embrace without fears We will kiss
We take this life and each day we try And we all believe, but we can't agree You get the life you choose But nothing you can use We could pray all day
I thought you were the one When I heard 'Holidays In The Sun' come from your bedroom But my mind started to stray when I saw 'Youth Of Today' Mixed with
Brilliant, a word describing something dumb You create to desecrate the villain I've become A prophet, not to be made but heard Speaks in tongues and
You know we got panache Style, sass, gettin mad cash, keepin' it under wraps Pizazz and class, we sit in the back Spendin' mad cash, money, money and
Turned on the news today, What else do I see? Something going on somewhere else It means the world to me. Shots going off, Right on my TV. And
Out of the ruins, out from the wreckage Can't make the same mistake this time We are the children, the last generation We are the ones they left behind
Remember when we held on in the rain The night we almost lost it Once again we can take the night Into tomorrow living on feelings Touching you I feel
Mammy, zammy, damn, there's nothin' to me But when they rock us in the streets, we say, "Ooo-we" You see the freak in the beat, she do me I hit that mitty
Yeah! Come on! What it is? It's the P-L-A -N-E-T R-O-C-K Kweli, B-K S E-L A- V I You could tell I be Hell a free like college radio W Q H T gonna play