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Intro/Chorus:

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
(This ain t no) street sermon, these niggas are determined
*Repeat*

Verse 1:Where

I flow like CD s in the deck
Moosh fools in the face htat lack respect
Protect ya arm, pitch from the funk
I deodirise the musty, ya rhymes are crusty, you can t bust G
So leave me alone I m in the zone
Walkin the streets on my own, nigga get blown
Some niggas say that nigga Where is gone
But I m low in the cut and gotta microphone
Are you gone bust or play bones?
You motherfuckin clone, get off that nigga s style and get cha own
It s Miscellane and it s on again
For the niggas that slept, they shoulda stayed in step
And kept ya big fuckin mouth shut

Chorus

Verse 2:Where

I woke up with a stomach ache, headache, back ache
Advil, Tylenol, Peptol, slept so long realised my world is wrong
My world is gone like disco
Blowin up Cisco and in my Cammo
Standin in back of me was my soul
Thinking of the easiest way to get a bank roll
Knowledge is urban-able, exhaust manifold
A tar can of hos to lubricate my system quick
Shaky bitches off the dick
Cos she got a vice grip on the flow from my lips
I m slow but equipped with the proper tools
Show me the one talkin shit so I can drop a fool
I m out to glow a nigga roll if he think he Mr CREAM
Come back on the scene and smoke a phillie, G
I really dream of gettin mine now let me tell you what s silly
Me, buckin with my team is murder one
I heard a gun bustin shots (SHOTS!), down the block (BLOCK!)
I guess a nigga gettin what he got (GOT!)
Shit is heavy like a medicine ball and broke niggas to smoke niggas
I ll fuck one for y all, they made ya last phone call
To a trick that didn t even care
Cos she was gettin fucked somewhere, you re stuck in there
Now you wanna bust, nigga, now you wanna kill, nigga (Nigga)
Nigga how ya feel? (Nigga)
You can t try to be real (You can t try to be real)
Shit is for real

Chorus

Verse 3:Where

I m cooler than most, but I got the shorter temper
And I m cooler than foes that don t know how it goes
Let s take it back to the first side
When you was a new jack and jockin my new track
But you was wrong, didn t know about the big long
Head-strong, nicknamed Dav from off the school yard
Witta teenage group I m turnin loots to tracks
Me and my niggas like (These tracks are laced with bomb weed and tight
lyrics)
You wanna know what the hos used to do
When me and my crew came bustin through
All sorts of blushins brew
(A neighbourhood find, a gift too swift, Miscellane is the crew)
Underground till my brown eyed balls turned blue
This is for the bitches and niggas that wanna front
I smoke on, I broke on till I spoke on
Miscellane packin shows like Farrakhan
Where is on another level with two niggas that s on the same plateau
Now that s three times your tightest flow
And three times ya tightest track, three times your fattest sack
Three times is clever (BUCK!)

Chorus x 2

Outro:

Thou shalt rest in grief who lay buried in the belt
Barely included work, leaves bodies scarred and hurt
To art in hell, where the next man dwells
The place with stankin pussy and crack rock dwells

Mon ami m a quittée
Je vous le dit
Ça devait arriver à moi aussi
Je le voyais rêver d une autre fille depuis longtemps

Mon ami est ailleurs
Je ne sais où
Auprès d un autre coeur
Et loin de nous
À cueillir d autres fleurs
Et d autres...

Jestem niedomyty glon
Dręczydło, co się pastwi

Jestem kwiat, leciutki puch
Wykonuję zwiewny ruch

Jestem trójkąt
Jestem kółko
Jestem słoń
Jestem piórko
Jestem smród
Jestem woń
Jestem czerń
Jestem róż
Jesteś pyłek, a ja kurz
Jestem farba, a ty tusz
Jestem wielkie, kolorowe bum

Jestem defekt, czeski film
Jestem sen,...

You know my soul
You know everything about me there s to know
You know my heart
How to make me stop and how to make me go
You should know i love everything about you,
Dont you know

Chorus:
That i...

I remember it was long ago
But when I think of her I feel it grow
Something begs me to come home again
Something I can hardly stand

But I m to defy, I have to ignore her cry
I don t know what...

Man cock that shit...
Yo man, this nigga Cassidy frontin (Yo Cock this tho man),
Oh that nigga think he sweet (Yo pass that mac man)
Yo not for nothin, that video shit and all that...
Fuck that, (yo when I m a hit that nigga all up in... I hate that nigga)

[Chorus:]
Where My...