do a, a Neil Young song. Neil is so heavy. Neil is so mellow and laid back. I'm trying my best to be mellow and laid back. You know, I have even gone organic
of Miami To keepin' it trilla Involved in many heated acts of violence This goes deeper than rap shit He's worth eight figures So young niggaz, boss
that's me all day, all day, twice on Sunday Hey what I motherfuckin' do, I rap, I rap Hey, what's happenin' Goddammit Get these pussies off me, will
make plans to create the raw, homegrown sounds Without love and support, I might come up short, But I dare not resort, to the low-life sport Young bucks
's the truth [Female singer] In due time we will find [Common] *speaking behind vocals* See it everywhere, gotta recognize it Let the truth be told from young
Joe, let it blow with convulsive force Till walls fall off their false supports Till Jericho's aircraft carriers alter course And all brave young Americans
how to maintain Stepped off at City Hall into the rain And ran into my nigga named Dane, I mean Hakeem And we was buildin' on how we could organize
I be the one Rippin' the track and I'm murderin' I'm in the middle of killin' 'em off when the guns dump With a young pump two to the brain don't even
(*talking*) This organization was built on me What I put together, that no man come in between I am the foundation, and I will weather the storm You
the organic mass. Fauna is fucking flora in the open wide. The oubliette, separation, abandonment. Those are true death. Stalk against stake will be
the courage for the changing of the guards" Peace will come With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire But will bring us no reward when her
flesh eating zombie Knowing this spell can only be broken By the vaginal skins of young women I proceed to find the meat Their bleeding cunts will set
behind Her young flesh is so devine One final deed, she will plead, I proceed Satisfying my urge, I will scourge, as I surge through her hallowed feminine domain From her young
. Today I'm going to tell you a story about when I was a very young, little count. I'm going to tell you about the first day I went to school.] (Creepy organ
camera, tell me will U dance? (Will U play with me?) If I take a picture in the middle of the night (Oh Cindy C.) Will U funk with me, sugar? (Will
is hell-bent on coming back in another vessel in another shell he will finish what he started van gogh's spirit will never die In fact, i think
together, son your beef is mine Let me start from the beginning, at the top of the list Know what I mean, have a situation like this Another war story from a thirsty young
tryin to be Pun's sucessor That term's done fucka, what up whatever You bird's is food I'm about to pluck some feathers, I'm young and clever, Plus, clutch
