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[Talking:] King of Da Ghetto, what's up 'Face big homie [Z-Ro:] I greet the Father, on my knees With a bowed head and a humbled heart, my conversation
torture So stepping without a weapon's not a good idea, just thought I'd warn you I'm not your average nigga I'm a Guerilla, just look at the frown on face
made me stress push me away, take my breath send me to another place we hear anyplace i dont care let me face my fear looking back at your face for years
, ain?t there a child I can hold without judging? Ain?t there a pen that will write before they die? Ain?t you proud that you?ve still got faces? Ain?
sound booth Collect grammer Like panhandlers On skid row My John Doe'll Build a vision where thought can go walking Without the Devil hawking Stakes Is
asking much. Just a token, really, a trifle. What I want from you is . . . your voice. [Ariel:] But without my voice, how can I - [Ursula:] You'll have your looks! Your pretty face
that she can fly She will fall out of the sky But in the face of misery She found hopefulness Feeling better She had weathered This depression Much to
eyes no groin I'm gonna spank you without pants And fire aimlessly if you don't come out You daring lousy guy Why do you give me a depression Your kisses
can be You'd be non-conforming too if you looked just like me I have paint on my hooves and make-up on my face I'm almost shrek enough to start shaving
as can be You'd be non-conforming too if you looked just like me I have paint on my nails and make-up on my face I'm almost emo enough to start shaving
while the spirit stumbles and inside missile for the protection of you maybe it's silent the voice can't bear anymore strain but speak without even
m not yet a man) Future (Still not of a boy) Wolf (This my only joy) Gang (Now let's parade in gold) [Verse 1:] Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without
your chain tooken I may do it myself, I'm so Brooklyn I know we facing a recession But the music y'all making Gonna make it the Great Depression Your