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Cadence Weapon
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In Search Of The Youth Crew
Lyricist:Roland Pemberton
I remember that summer up in the crib Just like Adam with the missing rib The cocaine kids where they used to live And the hairdresser used to talk, yeah, real real clear
But I gotta a grapevine he's going into fits The answer my friend is blowing in the wind How the dumb monkey fights gorillas in the midst In the struggle of the fists for a slice of the fifth
Back then yea, I didn't use to rip shows I bro down with no shit, sherlock Nerder hop no number, I'd never talk slop I only talk chop like drop your drink
Drop your pants, drop your plans Drop your friends, drop your hands Loss your rings pop and lock for young hemknott We use to grab pop like Bruce Willis asks whatchu talking 'bout?
The youth crews back
Silent summer's discreet about it Gotta hammers in the wrist and a line of gout And this is those kids with the rubber headbands And deadpan comedy closed into the dressers
No spins just presses, preferably for courtship Most kid contortion, I'm not very sharp But I'm dull for importance if your down for a lark Oh, you know me? Oh you know about sharks? It's a reference, less party than the shark
Tank, greed to the seems, partly it was started Hip-hop hipsters, dearly departed Cover the phrase and keep it in your locket We're all on the floor, regretting the week Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com With no shame on top or beneath the sheets Youth funeral, yeah, send me a wreath
The youth crews back
Met the young girl that I'd seen on defamer Couldn't talk like sex, no talk like Kramer If you wanna check me, baby I'm easy ha ha ha You're a cute lil-styler with a half-eaten writer Cut off your fitted cap, take your power like Sylar I run out the clock, report it to the myzer
Rhyme wise lifer with a bullet-ridden bedpost Nose to the grindstone, dig 'em till your mind's blown Throw in the fuse the girls got loose on fructose juice At the hop out like halo, it taste just like salo
The time that I speak will track 9 of this album Club goers prouder than a nose knows talcum I still rock the arrows like the riddler Wasted kids still sneaking into the club
The youth crews back
Rollie His mom accused you of making him gay Tell me a story mom What story? About Rollie
One time you got a boy who played Barbies And he started to sing and he had a beautiful song 'La la la la' Then his mom came over and said, 'Rollie, we have to go home now' 'Why mommy?' ''Cause you're not supposed to play with Barbies And Sherri, don't ever play with Rollie again He's boy, not a girl, bye'
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