paroles de chanson Sep Seven Game Show Theme - Atmosphere
(First
of
all,
let
meduce
you...
Seven,
seven,
seven,
seven...
ha
ha!)
The
following
program
has
been
brought
to
you
by
Rhymesayers
Entertainment.
The
following
program
contains
explicit
lyrics,
and
we,
the
producers,
stand
defiantly
behind
the
views
expressed
in
the
following
program.
"All
right
all
you
players
and
player
haters
Once
again
it′s
time
for
the
Sep
Sev
Game
Show!
Recorded
live
right
here
in
lovely
snowy
Minnesota.
This
is
the
game
where
we
make
the
average
player
a
star.
Now,
if
you'll
join
me,
let′s
give
it
up
for
the
host
of
the
Sep
Sev
Game
Show.
That's
right,
here
he
is,
Mr.
Sep
Sev!"
(All
right
y'all
it′s
time.
Beyond,
I
want
you
and
Ant
to
hold
down
the
front
the
main
entrances,
keep
an
eye
on
them
security
guards.
Eyedea,
you
stay
out
here
and
keep
the
truck
goin′.
Yo
me
and
Gene
Pool
we're
gonna
hit
up
all
these
sick
dumb
fucks.
Everybody
get
ready
drop
the
masks,
turn
the
safety′s
off
here
we
go,
you
ready?
1,
2,
3!)
Yo,
yo
yo,
fuck
the
money!
Everyone
on
the
floor,
drop
I
want
all
the
food
in
the
bag
I
ain't
tryin′
to
hear
that
sore
talk
Stole
the
dinner
and
rigged
it
to
the
freeway
Flipped
the
screen
play
And
made
every
love
scene
a
three-way
Soundtrack
recorded
here
in
Minne-snow-ta
Tastes
like
ambrosia
And
disinfects
pet
odors
Yo,
let's
hold
our
breath
And
show
your
chest
If
you′re
proud
of
it
And
wake
me
back
to
safety
If
you
see
me
fallin'
out
a
bit
Under
a
full
moon
The
color
of
my
jism
You
can
see
her
in
the
distance
The
images
vivid
And
given
the
way
the
clouds
moved
It
fucked
with
the
lighting
Grabbed
me
by
the
thoughts
And
pulled
me
tight
like
a
kite
string
"All
right,
let's
here
it
for
contestant
number
one"
(Woo,
yeah,
look
at
me.
Woo,
ha)
"What′s
your
name
sir?"
(I′m
MC
Famous
the
Killer.)
"Okay
Mr.
Anus
Driller,
do
you
want
to
play
the
next
round
for
a
Lexus?
Matching
socks?
Or
a
harem
of
horny
Miami
based
video
honeys?"
(Oh
my
God,
yo,
a
whole
bunch
of
Bay
Watch
bitches!)
"Or
do
you
just
want
to
take
the
phony
looking
fifty
dollar
bills
and
run
with
the
money?"
(I
want
the
sex
man,
just
gimme
the
chicks
man,
just
let
me
touch
'em
man.)
Now
what
if
I
spent
My
whole
take
home
percent
On
gettin′
bent
And
now
I
can't
afford
my
rent
Do
I
grab
a
crowbar
to
your
back
door?
Or
hit
up
Super
America
for
the
cash
drawer?
Fast
forward
I
should
be
honest
Cuz
even
my
outer
conscious
Knows
the
odds
of
blowin′
up
Are
equal
to
people
wakin'
up
From
sleepin′
Keepin'
me
from
retrievin'
kingdoms
Their
bedtime
stories
used
to
bore
me
with
Positioned
in
the
orbit
of
my
imagination
Small
portions
if
even
that
much
Lusted
by
that
drug
Fell
in
lust
with
the
brush
Hush,
maybe
somewhere
in
it
I
became
a
cynic
But
your
sexy
grin
Gets
less
attractive
by
the
minute
The
planets
in
my
head
Now
rotate
around
the
mind
The
substance
The
bug
shit
All
of
my
circumference
And
I
function
Like
I
don′t
give
a
fuck
If
you
grasp
it
Resent
the
bitch
that
don′t
And
cast
him
to
the
masses
I
ask:
Is
that
right?
I
answer:
Does
it
matter?
I
was
glancin'
at
how
you
fancied
the
passion
(bastard)
How
fast
you
scaled
the
ladder
to
jump
I′d
rather
just
flunk
and
gather
your
junk
Yo
dog,
you
should
blast
that
punk
(Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
I
told
you
I
was
good
at
this
shit!)
"All
right,
in
this
next
round
our
contestant
is
gonna
slam
a
whole
bottle
of
expensive
fire
water,
chase
it
with
a
forty
of
malt
liquor,
smoke
a
blunt,
load
a
gun,
a
sell
records
to
fourteen
year
olds
all
over
the
country.
And
the
first
one
of
you
genocidal,
fashion
fantasy
fucks
to
go
platinum
wins."
"Mr.
Announcer
tell
'em
what
they′ll
win!"
Pissed
on
the
asti
spumante
Sippin'
kamikazes
Shoulda
called
mommy
When
you
saw
me
Pull
up
and
deny
me
The
rest
of
your
life′s
a
flashback
When
I
jump
out
that
hatchback
Here's
your
tap
give
me
my
cash
back
For
them
whack
tracks
And
that's
that
In
fact,
that′s
all
you
need
Either
take
some
kind
of
lead
Or
fall
to
your
knees
and
bleed
And
how′s
your
seed?
And
how's
that
rental
runnin′?
And
how's
the
weed
sellin′?
And
how's
the
demo
comin′?
Yo,
yo,
me
and
my
participants
Be
the
reason
why
you
And
your
crew
bit
your
lips
Stick
this
in
your
mouth
to
cleanse
it
The
fucking
props
is
too
expensive
It
makes
me
wanna
end
it
Repent
kid
My
advice
is
from
here
on
out
You
purchase
yellow
boxers
That
way
when
your
bitch
does
your
laundry
She
won't
tell
her
mom
about
the
stains
Created
when
I
skated
across
that
flat
surface
You
refer
to
as
"lyrical
endowment"
That
con
that
conscious
Run
down
with
that
trial
...
That
way
I
have
some
type
of
fluid...
With
what
to
expect
on
my
next...
From
exponent
to
exponent
to
exponent...
I've
flown
around
the
world...
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1 Sep Seven Game Show Theme
2 Round and Round
3 Tracksmart (feat. Mr. Gene Poole)
4 Choking On The Wishbone
5 The Jackpot / Swept Away
6 At It Again
7 The Stick Up (feat. Eyedea)
8 Lyle Lovette
9 Higher Learning
10 To The Break Of Sean
11 Deer Wolf
12 Molly Cool
13 Dungeons and Dragons (feat. Musab)
14 Anterlude
15 Advanced Communications
16 A Tall Seven and Seven
17 3.2 Red Dog
18 The Abusing of The Rib
19 Write Now (Multiples No. 4)
20 I Wish Those Cats At Fobia Would Give
21 Heart
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