Muted Cartoons
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Bling bling bling bling bling bling bling
Bling bling bling bling bling bling
Bling bling bling bling bling bling bling
Bling bling bling bling bling bling
I lay low, games I play? No
I slap nigga with gat over the head like Halo
Automatic .44, blast and blow
Shoot your faggot ass, somewhere over the rainbow
The Price is Right, like gameshow
My slugs like drugs
'Cause of me thugs say "No"
Big bro the real deal
Ain't Evander Holyfield
It's the boom from the steel
That make wounds hard to heal
I'm foul, I said it
Like mad cow beef, I dead it
Tell the paramedics forget about the anaesthetic
'Cause I'll leave you stretched out like calisthenics
Through the barrel I set up my whole apparel
Whole life candidate
A menace
One shot from the blam and you finished
Fuck if you ate a whole can of spinach
Still get mashed like a knish
Cut like trimmage, I spare no facial hairs
I shoot through your beer like Guinness
I sit alone in dark rooms watching muted cartoons
Listening to dead rappers' old tunes
I sit alone in dark rooms watching muted cartoons
Listening to dead rappers' old tunes
I sit alone in dark rooms watching muted cartoons
Listening to dead rappers' old tunes
I sit alone in dark rooms watching muted cartoons
Listening to dead rappers' old tunes
I still mourn
For those dead gone in this rat race
I pass it on like a baton
To the younger nigga who hunger
To learn from those six feet under
Laying in the casbah lightning and thunder
Learn the half of those who paved the path
Do the math on niggas whose blood got splashed
In these concrete streets what we call rap
From music that leaks heat from the fucking gat
Rappers be dying, bullets start flying
Mothers start crying, niggas keep trying
To make peace but I
Keep rhyming over break beats
Akinyele and Yoda on these UK streets
I sit alone in dark rooms watching muted cartoons
Listening to dead rappers' old tunes
I sit alone in dark rooms watching muted cartoons
Listening to dead rappers' old tunes
I sit alone in dark rooms watching muted cartoons
Listening to dead rappers' old tunes
I sit alone in dark rooms watching muted cartoons
Listening to dead rappers' old tunes
Spark your lighters up for those who not with us
Spark your lighters up for those who not with us
Spark your lighters up for those who not with us
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
Spark your lighters up for those who not with us
Spark your lighters up for those who not with us
Spark your lighters up for those who not with us
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
I sit alone
I sit alone
I sit alone
I sit alone
I sit alone
I sit alone
I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles
Well, that's the story boys and girls
And dogs and cats and goldfish and whoever else happens to be listening to this
Because when you talk to someone you love it's the best sound you can make
For while images fade, these sounds will somehow remain
They've become a part of you
Ah, if you, if you have enjoyed this recording
I wonder if you could do me a very special favour
Could you please ring the police, Whitehall 12-12
And say that I'm locked in the EMI recording studios
Number three, Abbey Road, NW8
Thank you again for choosing my album
Well that's it, I hope I haven't bored you
Stay alive, will you? Live, and let live
But before I go, I just to want to say something seriously
Thank you so much, you're very kind
I congratulate you on being a fantastic audience
You've been so warm and gracious and responsive and courteous
Thank you so much young people, and may God bless you - goodbye
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