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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


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