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My enemy is not the average white man, it's not the kid down the block or the kids I see on the street; my enemy is the white man I don't see: the people in the white house, the corporate monopoly owners, fake liberal politicians those are my enemies. The generals of the armies that are mostly conservatives those are the real Mother-Fuckers that I need to bring it to, not the poor, broke country-ass soldier that's too stupid to know shit about the way things are set up.
imoortal technique - pverty of philosophy sum il l shit
Follow me into a solo
Get in the flow - and you can picture like a photo
Music mixed mellow maintains to make
Melodies for MC's motivates the breaks
I'm everlastin, I can go on for days and days
With rhyme displays that engrave deep as X-rays
You know sometimes I dont know why but this old town just seems so hopeless
I aint really sure but it seems i remember the good times were just a little bit more in focus
But when she puts her arms around me I can somehow rise above it
Yeah man, when i got that little girl standin right by my side you know i can tell the whole wide world to shove it
" Well the Devil she made sweet candy,
Took 6 day's and nite's to dream,
on the 7th day she rested ,
Woke up early and made ice cream.
Well the Devil she must be a dentist ,
with teeth jaw breaker eye's ,
Red rope hair ,
gum drop lip's ,
and cotton candy thigh's."
I believe that is a hillarious band who sings the song "Lump" I think its the "presidents of the united states of america" i actually bought their cd with "lump" on it and i dont think this song was on it....
lets see if anyone can get this song....
"once upon a time in 1776
thomas jefferson signed his name on a piece of marijuana
and this document became a symbol of freedom and liberty
atleast to rich white gentry
and as time marched along
this plant that i refered to
has been used for everything
from medicine to the american flag"\
Bebop baby, how can this be
I know you've been out a cheating on me
Round and round and round and round
Don't take much to get the word around
Cross my heart and hope to die
I was just hanging out with the other guys
yeah since it's been a while here's a nice easy one:
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M.E.T.H.O.D. Man
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Hey you, get off my cloud,
you dont know me and you dont know my style
hahaha ^^^ I'll sow your asshole shut and keep feedin ya and feedin ya
wutang clan method man
the third planet is certain we're being watched by and eye in the sky that cant be stopped. when we get to that promised land we're gonna shake that eyes hand
You would hold your head up high
you even try
you would hold another hand:
oh understand!
They even see me under call
we under all,
we all follow foot crawl
to hear my hour
come see me cry...
Just searching you even try
I can make you smile
if it's there will you go there too?
When I live I die!
They even see me under call
we under all, we all follow foot crawl
because of you, to see me be.
drinks to quell the smell
ppl breathing way to close
folks that dont mean well
noone sees the color of ur eyes
noone sees u smile
noone knows the secrets u hide
noone sees u cry
she parks her car 2blocks away
from apt 15 a
she walks w/somber in her step and scores along the way.
Now you've seen his face.
And you know that there's a place,
In the sun,
For all that you've done,
For you and your children.
No longer shall you need.
You always wanted to believe,
Just ask and you'll receive,
Beyond your wildest dreams.
Now here's a little story
To tell it is a must
About an unsung hero
That moves away your dust.
Some people make a fortune,
Others earn a mint;
My old man don't earn much:
In fact he's flippin' skint.
Oh, my old man's a dustman,
He wears a dustman's hat,
He wears cor-blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat.
He looks a proper nana
In his great big hobnail boots,
He's got such a job to pull them up
That he calls 'em daisy roots.
Some folks give tips at Christmas,
And some of them forget,
So when he picks their bins up
He spills some on the step.
Now one old man got nasty
And to the council wrote,
Next time my old man went round there
He punched him up the throat.
Oh my old man's a dustman,
He wears a dustman's hat,
He wears cor-blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat.
Lonnie: I say, I say, Les.
Les: Yes?
Lonnie: I, er, I found a police dog in my dustbin.
Les: Well how do you do know he's a police dog?
Lonnie: He had a policeman with him.
Though my old man's a dustman,
He's got an 'eart of gold,
He got married recently
Though he's eighty-six years old.
We said "'Ere, hang on, Dad,
You're getting past your prime";
He said "Well, when you get to my age
It helps to pass the time."
Oi! My old man's a dustman,
He wears a dustman's hat,
He wears cor-blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat.
Lonnie: I say, I say, I say!
Les: Huh?
Lonnie: My dustbin's full of lilies.
Les: Well throw 'em away then!
Lonnie: I can't: Lily's wearing them.
Now one day whilst in a hurry,
He missed a lady's bin:
He hadn't gone but a few yards
When she chased after him.
"What game do you think you're playing?"
She cried right from the 'eart,
"You've missed me, am I too late?"
"No, jump up on the cart!"
Oi! My old man's a dustman,
He wears a dustman's hat,
He wears cor-blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat.
Lonnie: I say, I say, I say!
Les: Not you again!
Lonnie: My dustbin's absolutely full with toadstools.
Les: How do you know it's full?
Lonnie: 'Cos there's not mushroom inside.
He found a tiger's head one day
Nailed to a piece of wood
The tiger looked like miserable,
But I suppose he should.
Just then from out a window
A voice began to wail,
It said "Oi! Where's me tiger's head?"
"Four foot from his tail."
Oh my old man's a dustman,
He wears a dustman's hat,
He wears cor-blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat.
Next time you see a dustman
Looking all pale and sad,
Don't kick him in the dustbin:
It might be my old dad.