All the spaces to touch all the breakfast the brunch the lunch and the dinner breaking bread with the killers. All the agents of trust all the laws on the books I was too scared to look I think you are the crook Now I hurtin' baby and my dreams are shattered But I'm not gonna let this keep me from a good time Well I'm slavin' daddy and my brain is damaged But I'm not gonna let this keep me from a good time We're just skipping around with a bag full of books looking for the next thrilling adventure of roots then we pimp it around getting everyone hurt not a positive image of everyones worth Now I hurtin' baby and my dreams are shattered But I'm not gonna let this keep me from a good time Well I'm slavin' daddy and my brain is damaged But I'm not gonna let this keep me from a good time When I walk down the street and see people in need with a tear in my eye becomes so hard to breathe all the minds free to think all the whiskey to drink go to sleep where I can't in the alley by the bank Because I'm hurtin' baby dreams are shattered not gonna let that keep me from a good time I'm slavin' daddy my brain is damaged but I'm not gonna let that keep me from a good time!

I don't know just what the fuck you thought grown ass human beings riding bikes on the sidewalk I prefer that in my face you talk guaranteed I will make you feel free in the time slot. Now our time it is a culture shock I do punk, rap, folk killer all with a kind heart Little buddy lets go take that walk Take advantage of the trip and the gift that your time bought. These nuggets quite sacred pave my streets in gold we might make it if that package don't come we gon' take it Grind got me out of my mind and straight flagrant. These rituals quite ancient put that pedestal down and don't break it these killers fucking around with my patience. grind got em' out of they mind and straight tasteless. Need peace less stress feeling kind of hungry killer eat my flesh smells like death taste like dirt rowdy in the party killer never no shirt pardon my queer, that I'm near to the earth that I feel human emotion, that I'm cool to the jerk Need peace less stress feeling kind of hungry killer, eat my flesh I was listening to Mabeline Chuck Berry was a bastard but his rhymes were clean and damn can you separate the art from the man art from the living room art from the fam fam Some say Elvis was the king of rock but he stole all his swag from a bag that a slave wrought doesn't matter where the game originates its up to the artist to smash and innovate These nuggets quite sacred pave my streets in gold we might make it if that package don't come we gon' take it Grind got me out of my mind and straight flagrant. These rituals quite ancient put that pedestal down and just break it these killers fucking around with my patience. grind got em' out of they mind and straight tasteless. Need peace less stress feeling kind of hungry killer eat my flesh smells like death taste like dirt rowdy in the party killer never no shirt pardon my queer, that I'm near to the earth that I feel human emotion, that I'm cool to the jerk Need peace less stress feeling kind of hungry killer, eat my flesh

You laugh and smirk then shake your head wishing another humans dead just turn your back and make it clear made sure that their not living here I'm worried. You drive the car you pay the school to make sure your kids don't act a fool got an A in peace class a D in cool and learned about the golden rule I'm worried.

Nose bleed section I live right near you With the right perception things just might be true You seem famous your backyards your zoo with the nostrils flaming we defer to you I don't have any money I don't have a clue I play pop the weasel and crack jokes for you Have you ever taken a walk on a block like mine Looks like a relic from another time is my hair too nappy are my boots too shined. I can sing you diddys I can be your fool Nose bleed section I live right near you.

If you don't want to be gentrified, don't be gentrified You can either try to talk or spray the pesticide Its here, its happening no turning the clock back Your either leaving dear or you strike that Yes, you love the streets Uh huh, I love em' too Alot of problems solved when I'm in to loving you And if we cannot love then there is nothing in common call the man at arms and commence the fucking bombing you don't want to be gentrified, don't be gentrified You can either try to talk or spray the pesticide Its here, its happening no turning the clock back Your either leaving dear or you strike that I think its fucked up, and based on race But you've got to either build or fucking spit in their face You've gotta embrace or give them crackers a chase either headline the bill or spray the party with mace. Now you don't want to be gentrified, don't be gentrified You can either try to talk or spray the pesticide Its here, its happening no turning the clock back Your either leaving dear or you strike that Its sad song, I know dear, I know But you've got to either shovel the shit or shovel snow We're gonna have to struggle some more or let it go Like we've been doing before All this shits been done before.

I might say I might say fuck it, yeah I might say But only in the right way sippin' on my juice C'mon I might play I might play dirty, yeah I might play But only if I did'nt bathe breakin' all the rules C'mon I might hang I might hang by the noose, I might hang But only cuz I took the blame Thinkin' bout the crew C'mon I might pray I might pray to the art, I might pray. But only if its everyday Thinkin' bout you bout you C'mon.

A bunch of big trouble on the waterfront nicer when I smoke a blunt nicer when I drink some whisk Name sounds like a terrorist Wanna hear the cypher of the babies in their diapers Wanna hear the cypher of the ancients acting righteous Wanna hear the cypher of the guys that payed their dues But when it comes to that whack shit We ain't got time to lose Amateur, amateur never for the mortgage keep the $80 bucks and give it to the band thats touring as long as we can make the crowd shake and holler names. sipping on my 5th big cup using my brain entertain- -the entertainers the asshole thinks he's almost famous in the cypher rapping shameless breathe is haneous. and who will save us a long white beard or a goutee band t-shirt or a long sleeve unbuttoned to let the neck breathe I see an easy target sliced with a razor hidden in my sleeve I pack more punch than your flows just when I sneeze So dick please Take your vacation, practice some patience and lay off Bento and Salaam are the tops were telling you to take the day off.

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Pity me beside Pity me beside your finest jewels Pity me beside Pity me beside your finest jewels I'm haunted Haunted by the memory pink frog pajama bottoms sucking up my energy fucking with my destiny Hated and can't let it go I'm wondering what they play but they will not let me know Pity me beside Pity me beside your finest jewels Pity me beside Pity me beside your finest jewels I'm haunted haunted by the memory everyday you telling me that you were a friend to me now your nowhere near to me really disappeared letters and messages seems you really did'nt care Pity me beside Pity me beside your finest jewels

Amateur, amateur give the copper a camera run around the block and give the copper some stamina me and Drama Foxxx were writing operas for Canada rejected for our method of amateur the damager whistle and shine I've got the simple in mind I've got a ripple in time to touch the tip of your spine got an urge to create a way to open the gate just turn the knob on my door and turn the key to your fate, don't hate Slim Filters and Bento lyrics not included.