Exaggerated Lean! Fake Chinese with Hand! Ching Chong Ching Chong Ching Chong Air Fingering! Staple! Pretend to be a U2 Fan! [Jon Lajoie - As A U2 fan] I love
ain't no escaping natures rage And I've never seen an atheist pray Until the approaching of judgment day [Verse 2:] Buildings burning Pilgrims verming Children are serving Searching for
(inhaling) And this is for the weed heads and this is for the Weedheads Get a bag of dope in a quarter o [repeat 2x] [chorus repeat 2x] [second and
yes I love the summer ?Ayo NG, man just flip the beat? With the girls in their mini skirts tight shirts and all Bikinis and a tan I love to party and
is for all the soliders that'll never come home I wrote this for Momia, stuck in a beast For people who, march in the streets, and struggle for peace
inside my hand [Verse 2:] FAKE, False Advertisers Kicking Exaggeration fabrication of social status material aberrations and limitations FRIENDS, Few Real Individuals Expecting Nothing Doing Something for others regardless even showing love
releasing sound demons that nibble ear lobes. With the wave of my right hand the mic stand on stage morph into a tight band to strike fans with rage. Ladies love
m hostile for the people, for those devils and corruptions Nuttin for nuttin, and if somehow they do They ID me due to my tattoo [Chorus] [Goretex] Projects for
it gets there ain't no way out no way out. {Verse 2 (Black Rob)} I feel like this approach me with beef ya done I shoot through pants no chance to pull for
Cause when him kill him have more enemy How we gonna end dis cycle Jesus and him twelve disciple [Verse 2:] One blood, one love, respect for you and
's only right to do it Love me some head, and I love a woman that likes to do it Still love my team, ain't no other option Not for made niggas and I'm
Him when he sees Him/ And he?ll realize whose hands he needs to be in? (Verse #2) When disaster strikes the field, the likes of them head for the hills
) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) Cause we live by the sword (3) Plus sixty degrees (2) For the black and the blue (1) For
life And another born is just an addition to our plight The plight of our human race people red, yellow, black, and white So it's not enough to kill just my nigga. I want a genocide
Verse 1) It seems like We look for hope All our life But when you grow up in certain parts It's hard to keep your mind right Everybody cry for world
cry Let me break it down for a minute If there's enough room here for you and for me There's plenty of room for some humanity All: Tell me what's going
a fuck about us [Kastro] Now all my homies got love for me Down to catch a slug for me Guaranteed to bleed deeply Now that's love Shit Nobody
they give a fuck about us [Kastro] Now all my homies got love for me Down to catch a slug for me Guaranteed to bleed deeply Now that's love Shit