that stays the same is change While people claim their states, I state my claims Sage Francis made a name for himself For the record my mother calls me Paul
sell rocks look up in my mailbox I get letters from my cousin every week sayin' he wanna hit the streets but never struck a deal'cause his mouth will
hammer whack Bloody beatdown Cardinal Syn Syn Warriors were chopped at chin Gray Aliens stuck and skewered Alien Baby was manured Michael Jackson was a fighter Jerry Springer struck
white make-up, tight black skirts like Juliette Greco And there's me quoting pretentious chat up lines From Marcel Proust, Jean Cocteau and Jean-Paul
Nitty Now I got my villians with me On the corner, countin my scrill On a mission, around the balls Got to pick up one more dog He's over from Ike's up from Paul
time. Oh, I saw the time! Dream after dream, scene after scene Time after time, I saw the time. I saw the time When we went to the moon And disaster struck
suffer, then ya die?" [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 2] Your birth, ya hurts, then you're hearse there's a curse In God's empire He had to strike back, we struck
are nervous It's another day of service in the ALP. PAUL KEATING: My land is burning with bureaucracy Too scared to contemplate its worth Inert and dreaming of democracy Too struck
life through Christ and who rocks gigs and digs into your chest like a big ole shovel and puts broken hearts together like a jigsaw puzzle Yo, pause, baby Paul
give it back say, "spruce it up a tidbit" [Spin 4th] Who in the fuck?! Rappers hidin under they trucks Jumpin through windows, actin like lightning just struck
From the dirty tombs that I mastered when I learned 120 About who's the original vile chemical father The king of civilitation, the universal author It was me, it struck
Sinatra hammer whack Bloody beatdown Cardinal Syn Syn Warriors were chopped at chin Gray Aliens stuck and skewered Alien Baby was manured Michael Jackson was a fighter Jerry Springer struck
to sell rocks look up in my mailbox I get letters from my cousin every week sayin' he wanna hit the streets but never struck a deal'cause his mouth will
we have to perform me and the band that I just mentioned we get it on in these brooknam trenches [Teck] We regulate when you tell jake I struck ya (Here
[MF Doom] A fly tramp, that's what she called me 'Cause I don't wear no Stetson hats like Paul C As y'all see, who give a fuck? Who know what is it?
when will you learn? Watch what you ask for, nigga, IT'S YEARN! [Verse 2] The maniac brotha's back with another dramatic track Crossin my path struck
t-shirt, shorts with thick socks with my boots that I nickname Tim-ber Here comes dayfall I can remember when we used to chill and hang with Paul, Sea