By a nerdy internet computer hip-hop head "Me and you, 'Clef, we're gonna make some cash Grab the silver paint and let's paint my ass" Hey mister, would
but Now you found a gun This is for the people of the sun It's comin' back around again This is for tha people of tha sun Neva forget that tha wip snapped
Southern fist Rise through the jungle mist Clenched to smash power so cancerous Black flag and a red star A rising sun loomin' over Los Angeles 'Cuz of
I was up and sown all night Thoughts stick to me like glue Sometimes the sunrise doesn't look so good When the sun sets down on you Too much talkin'
to do Ever since you said goodbye to me And the flowers in their gloom Have just refused to bloom 'Cause we all want you back, you see And hey Mister
These mist covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms
One, two One, two, two She gets the sun in the daytime Perfume in the dusk And she come out in the night time With the honeysuckle musk Because she
our book of faith's been tossed And I'm just down here searching for my own piece of the cross In the late afternoon sun fills the room with a mist in
Hey there mister can you tell me what happened to the seeds I've sown Can you give me a reason sir as to why they've never grown They've just blown
their hair in rearview mirrors And the boys try to look so hard The amusement park rises bold and stark Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist I wanna
sundown's finish and midnight's broken toll We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashin' As majestic bells of boats struck shadows in the sun Sayin',
down on her knees cried till she prayed Mist was on the water low run the tide Janey held her son down at the riverside Waist deep in the water how bright the sun
Blinded by the light He got down but he never got tight, but he's gonna make it tonight Some silicone sister with her manager's mister told me I
ya' with the live stuff Suliman the Bronx Ripper on the live puff V Love, that's my money like dominoes Brooklyn do keep it rocking till the sun shows
Uh Yea) Yo flash let me talk to shawty right here real quick let me say this Looking at you sometimes is hard on my eyes i get blinding So when the sun
Keep a party pimping from now to then I don't have to swear, curse or juggle Lyrics in the verse to make a party bubble So mister Censorship, tell me