offering The people of this nation false hope But in the unlikely story that is America There has never been anything false about hope Now the hopes
Get on your knees and pray Send in your cash and be saved Better hope you've been chosen to be saved They just want the souls that are willing to pay
my head in sorrow Oh, wedding bells will never ring for me I fancy that I see a bunch of roses A blossom from an orange tree in your hair While the organ
'm livin' my dream, man, I sing what I'm livin' about And the words that come out of my mouth, they requires a random routine Of being organic granite
you for your ten million dollar will Money fund drill Booby trapped perhaps Left his food for the rats Now... (Chorus) Will you make it? Will you survive
your love is so sweet Please, still for the organs I?m kicking Hynas are a down for the pimpin I?m on a mission wishing That some day I will be the biggest
By all means neccessary, the rest is secondary Comin' for back till my flesh is buried The test is carried for me to survive and hope we still will be
in colour, we're living and Even as I blackout, I know And though I dreamt with a rapid eye By day I hope to rapidly die And have my organs laid on
appearances below the line of minimum Lay into 'em Get into 'em But for only for an incherama Intense for purposes Immoderation, in evasion Hope nobody notices Hope
I hope you're sittin' comfortably I saved you the best seat in the house Right up in the front row Well, the stars have been torn down And the moon is
singer now, man, what's up? Yo, yo Do ray me but I don't sing, mothafucker I kick shit with the King, mothafucker Ice Cube will clock the cash, rock
with someone else you're walking Those wedding bells will never ring for me [ steel ] I planned a little cottage in the valley I even bought a little band of gold I hope
see conversation's better than being lonely So I try my best to ad lib I tell her a joke about the woman Who asked her lover, "Why is your organ so
an organ And I rang that thing like hell The objector backed me up on Any name I said it is And guess which one of them will live While riding on my
, I'm ill until the entity Who built this penitentiary, It's filthy as a centipede And guilt was in his sense cause he was willing to just let me breathe
and does another thing Who organized all of my ex-girlfriends Into a choir and got them to sing? Who, who? Shut up Shut up girlfriends from the past Mimi Will
new breed of leaders Stand up, organize It's introduction of a new breed of leaders Stand up, organize It's introduction of a new breed of leaders Stand up, organize
Da 5'9":] I hope niggas know I'll show up to ya show I'll show up where you go Show up to ya door 4's will explode shells For they hit the flo' I know
