Текст песни
This'd
be
the
ending
of
Side
B
Angels
walk
beside
me,
practically
Siamese
I
seen
it
like
the
swami,
top
of
the
swan
beak
Bill
Let's
build,
over
chicken
and
broccoli
Then
up
the
blood
flow
to
unclog
grease
Amplify
the
tight
squeeze,
go
for
the
clean
sweep
You're
tuned
in
to
the
Sandman
"I
Have
A
Dream"
speech
Let's
get
'em
The
father
is
Kool
Herc
Hands
up
across
the
cruel
world,
handle
your
school
work
I
don't
curse
in
front
of
my
old
earth
But
I'll
drop
a
couple
pointers
holding
my
coin
purse
At
some
point
the
lines
blurred
Almost
like
it's
Point
Break
'cept
that
I
can't
surf
Only
that
it's
break
point
and
I
ain't
gon'
lose
serve
Let's
get
'em
Big
kids
watch
for
the
hand
Stiffing
City
Harvest
canned
goods
is
a
bad
look
Badge
tryna
random
search
of
your
bag,
book
Unless
you
ain't
got
no
cans,
just
carrying
your
black
book
In
QB
cats
going
kaput
Something
like
a
QB
throwing
off
the
back
foot
Way
too
many
cats
"pause",
enough
of
the
cat
foot
Let's
get
'em
More
logos
than
NASCAR
But
remaking
Juice
starring
assholes
is
the
last
straw
Atop
the
camel's
broke
back
positive
blacks
barred
It's
enough
to
make
a
broke
cat
barf
at
a
cash
bar
So
I'm
defending
the
casbah
Me
and
bunch
cats
that
ain't
had
any
caviar
Buncha
cats
connected
to
the
ave
like
an
avatar
Let's
get
'em
The
saga
don't
end
It
make
me
feel
at
home,
I
know
it
like
an
old
friend
Cannons
warm
up
early
and
often
Love
for
Warbucks
Annie
the
orphan
Cats
blown
for
a
portion
Things
get
blown
out
of
proportion
Next
time
cats
bug
be
the
Orkin
Let's
get
'em
One
of
the
biggest
bummers
in
life
I
call
"laundry"
Separating
coloreds
from
whites
I
seen
more
screwed
races
back
of
buses
and
flights
I
seen
more
screw
faces
than
some
husbands
and
wives
Many
cats
starved,
puzzled
turn
to
hustle
and
vice
It
might
seem
like
hustle
is
a
must
to
survive
Nah,
God's
cipher
is
the
cipher
divine
Let's
get
'em
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