Letras:
Clowns For Progress

: [Bizzy Bone-Chorus] Murdah is out of control Murdah just let it blow (It blow) Word up if you bucked a mothafucka down for taken ya dough (Taken ya

survive like a pimp No jherri curls, waves, perms, or crimps The ever-nappy crew setting the mood I raise my fuel for my firm attitude Walking through

to get her to handle somethin And late at night she got cum drippin out her bellybutton That good for nothin bitch is useless for a convict Im nuttin

you grew up harder But I ain't been to many operas Or had money for private doctors As harsh it sound, these just a tears of a clown I grew up hard, maybe

The future is bright or will it be weary Do I need to pay attention to conspiracy theories Is the government systematically destroyin the population for the progress

I see a robbery in progress Lunatics about to steal the show From the S T L M O 3 1 4 Call the cops I see a robbery in progress Lunatics about to steal

(? ) *bang* 'cause my mic's my piece Chorus [maestro fresh wes] I walk around town looking at these clowns Thinking about my cold crisp build to brown I sweat the coloured clown

I learn to differ swift stimulation of a soul snatcher. Oh! here they come jay-z, 15 deep In a clown car wit make-up, but I got make-up For ya - wake

around For a long time, I kick the strong rhymes You're empty-handed and stranded cause you were standing in the wrong line This is not the fate is for