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Viewing Lyrics for Crayola:
| | | Artist: | Enemy Public |
| | Album: | There's a POISON Goin On | | Track: | Crayola | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 3 | | | | Lyrics: | Stax of wax 55 high fulla tracks
New cats jackin beats from way back
Pay for play
only way to get them platinum plaques
Clear the racks jobbers slobbin you for tax
Robbery a&r snobbery
Shit is killin me softly wit that same damn song
Makin folk
dumber in the summer
A bummer when they shot willie in that hummer
Keep it simple
stupid means numbers
Payola dough white owned black radio
Runnin on empty help go
the desperado
So i bomb the toms and negros who pray to cash flow
No info to the
masses as they shake their asses
No clue but i can¹t get my shit up in to you
Crayola with that same same ol shit
Crayola with that played playa shit
Crayola with that kid crayon shit
Crayola with them ol spray on hits
All
fucked up ways must fall
Now the industry can¹t stop me
A vendetta to make the
whole game better
They get the cheddar
All i got is a fuckin letter
What i
owe? What am i
Another number and a ho, they don¹t know
Time to see em go like
dominoes
About time cause they endorsed the crime up in the rhyme
Got these new
souls controlled goin outta their mind
Missed what i said cause they don¹t even own their
own heads
Go one go all i forgot they made robots outta some of yall
Today all
fucked up ways must fall
Today is up against the wall
Misled in the head fucked by
quiet storms and love songs
Noddin heads too hollow forgotten tomorrow
Swallowing
all that shit that¹s shallow
Give the baby anything the baby wants
But that¹s how
them bastards get us up in them caskets
Try to get me where they want me
Before some
of them jump me
Go tell em i¹m a start a rebellion
Educate the felons easy on yeah
Tell em what the fuck am i yellin
No tellin you got them artists and artificials
If it ain¹t right i don¹t give a damn if it¹s sellin
Recruits chasin and racin for
that loot
Usin usual drum loops so i salute my troops
I don¹t socialize or mingle,
fuck the promotionals
And you know what and that g-damn single
And the marketing
team for that matter
It don¹t matter
Dj¹s gettin dimes for time on a platter
I ain¹t gotta be high to jack so i hijack
Fm - radio - eff em turn it around
muthafucka
Gods to niggas, queens to bitches
Race against time see em all runnin for
the riches
Everything had its chance last dance
Some things change like them weather
forecasts
Ha funny how shit don¹t last
Crayola with that same same ol shit
Crayola with that played playa shit
Crayola with that kid crayon shit
Crayola
with them ol spray on hits | | | |
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