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Ridenhour - walford

Huffed and he puffed
Huffed and he puffed
Blew tha house down
Now how dat sound
Never no never
Give up gotta gotta live up
To my name
Triple double in da rap game

Cause I ain't goin niggatronic
Smart e nuff to know I ain't bionic
Wit my main man harry
Not connick
Rather rap my black as of
Getcha hooked on phonics

Good e nuff to know no endo
Thru it out tha window
Along wit tha super nintendo

I'm a strict daddy
Got dat right
God damn right
But have a good time/dyn-o-mite
Its just that I don't talk
That same ol crap (shit)
Cause papa got a brand new
Bag fulla rap (hitz)

The world don't work no more no more
The world wont work no more
Ain't gonna woek no more no more

Verse ii

My main knick knack paddy wack
C'mon & give a damn
Confrontational man
Iz what I am
Iz what I am
I'm tearin down da house that jack built
Cause he killt whoever he wanted & hunted
And tax the backs of the environment macks
Who plan in da silence of the skams
A world dat wont work
No more/no more

Mother earth gets treated like a whore
And he doeth great wonders
So that he maketh fire come
Down from heaven on the earth
In sight of men

Toms to the left of me
Bombin to the right
World good night
He got destruction
In his appetite

On a platter a planet
To him it doesn't matter
3-2 at the plate
Up go the greedy batter

Environmental alarm
To all not some
Good god
Cause we don't get two of em

I was told that oil & water don't mix
But the new world order
Got a disorder
& so I diss
Cuss my disgust
If I must
One earth is da birth outta all of us
And so I diss
After the math
Disaster wit a european autograph

I.

Gonna be bedlam
If he spread em
Da trigga is cocked
Nowhere to flock

Ii.

Gonna be bedlam
If he spread em
Pass da word
F what you heard

Iii.

Gonna be bedlam
If he spread em
Glock is cocked
Now drop da props
Gonna be bedlam
If we spread em
The day the whole world couldn't do it

Repent
Oh no!
Check the preacher what he spent
One way ticket to God to fix scars
Woman & man runnin the land sea & air poor
Do we all go the way of the dinosaur? or
To hell & back attack
The new clear fog got us sniffin like
Atomic dogs
Pocket fulla pimp daddy moves
Put a code on a can
Whatta hell of a man, shootin
Trigga pollution, planet prostitution
Uprootin da third
We go to the way of the bird
Can't do whatcha want to da place
Don't waste my place
Where you from?
We only got one
Ridenhour - walford      Huffed and he puffed   Huffed and he puffed   Blew tha house down   Now how dat sound   Never no never   Give up gotta gotta live up   To my name   Triple double in da rap game      Cause I ain't goin niggatronic   Smart e nuff to know I ain't bionic   Wit my main man harry   Not connick   Rather rap my black as of   Getcha hooked on phonics      Good e nuff to know no endo   Thru it out tha window   Along wit tha super nintendo      I'm a strict daddy   Got dat right   God damn right   But have a good time/dyn-o-mite   Its just that I don't talk   That same ol crap (shit)   Cause papa got a brand new   Bag fulla rap (hitz)      The world don't work no more no more   The world wont work no more   Ain't gonna woek no more no more      Verse ii      My main knick knack paddy wack   C'mon & give a damn   Confrontational man   Iz what I am   Iz what I am   I'm tearin down da house that jack built   Cause he killt whoever he wanted & hunted   And tax the backs of the environment macks   Who plan in da silence of the skams   A world dat wont work   No more/no more      Mother earth gets treated like a whore   And he doeth great wonders   So that he maketh fire come   Down from heaven on the earth   In sight of men      Toms to the left of me   Bombin to the right   World good night   He got destruction   In his appetite      On a platter a planet   To him it doesn't matter   3-2 at the plate   Up go the greedy batter      Environmental alarm   To all not some   Good god   Cause we don't get two of em      I was told that oil & water don't mix   But the new world order   Got a disorder   & so I diss   Cuss my disgust   If I must   One earth is da birth outta all of us   And so I diss   After the math   Disaster wit a european autograph      I.      Gonna be bedlam   If he spread em   Da trigga is cocked   Nowhere to flock      Ii.      Gonna be bedlam   If he spread em   Pass da word   F what you heard      Iii.      Gonna be bedlam   If he spread em   Glock is cocked   Now drop da props   Gonna be bedlam   If we spread em   The day the whole world couldn't do it      Repent   Oh no!   Check the preacher what he spent   One way ticket to God to fix scars   Woman & man runnin the land sea & air poor   Do we all go the way of the dinosaur? or   To hell & back attack   The new clear fog got us sniffin like   Atomic dogs   Pocket fulla pimp daddy moves   Put a code on a can   Whatta hell of a man, shootin   Trigga pollution, planet prostitution   Uprootin da third   We go to the way of the bird   Can't do whatcha want to da place   Don't waste my place   Where you from?    We only got one
 
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