the belligerent A blessed array, decrepit decayed, in every display, Be selective of the records you play In the black marble banquet hall back when I can't
enjoy ya self Chubb is not a party animal But when it comes to a jam, I have the plan like Hannibal Smith, I don't take a draw from no spliff The scene
traitors face elimination And escape the bad disaster's path for aftermath I laughed and blast have mad people's units Weak mind created crime-related rahs can't
my toaster, I really had a hot pocket And I'm saying this real clear, y'all can't chill here I know real thugs in wheelchairs Yeah yeah, and you can't
the bush with the wed mud Can you read signs? can you read stars? Can you make peace? can you fight war? Can you milk cows, even though you drive cars
it shows how clueless you are This life this field How old are we now? Don't get me wrong I still miss the good years When we laughed, sang, we had a
why we just dona??t all have faith that we breathe it Is darkness the only reason? a??Cos all our coughing should be all we need to believe it But we dona??t
sea For sure And oh all of the animals, all the animals And hey there Mr. Morning Sun, what kind of creature are you I can't stare but I know you're
inconsistent, the way presumably only a woman would write about a man. But I think I can picture this a??Ja?? scribbling away and laughing although the
's not fatal--then we can shape our destinies. A populace of plastic people live genetically pre-programmed lives--and no-one laughs and no-one cries
will begin Chorus: Some won't fight, the battle is forsaken Show no might, the dark side has awakened Even in the holiest the curious can be found
a simple place, With no fashion clothes 'cause you can't eat those" Only Ma'd pretend to like the clothes you showed to me, Something in my heart can
Simple Simon to the animals - Simple Simon: Something is wrong, somewhere. Duck: (jumping up, trying to fly) Quack-quack-QUACK, quack-quack, quack-quack, quack-QUACK. (angrily) Something IS wrong. I can't
know what I'm sayin'? A woman can't do nothin' no more, man We've got to let the fellas know what they can do for us As the smoke clears, you can hear
soul to roll and flow, take control Sold the show, can go like a pogo stick Hot hit, dop, dip, rock, rip, don't shop on my hit list 'Cuz I can be a witch
in the middle of Cali In an alley Makin' love to the teenage lady Ya can't fade me But don't hate me She look just like Marsha Brady I kinda laugh when
' 'cause some nigga's don't like me, but I don't care They put they plex on they chest act sick and try to fight me Yo, but I don't want to bruise ya
nervous system still twitch off Jay-Z Hoes and animals skirts get murked Don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt Don't ever let a nigga tell