Style and Grace
DSB
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Talkin' all that foggy shit
I'm sittin on mohogany bitch
That information's making you sick
And it's a trip
Suckin' on that Hagen Das
Don't you care about your body Ma
It's the only one you got, so keep it hot
Don't you care, what you put in your system
Don't eat it rare, take time to cook it
You don't don't have to share it
You were taught to self despair
And that's all wrong
Take the prongs out now
You belong there now
So calm there
Go long there, all up on there
Yeagh, I'm there
Grow, time to show 'em what you got
Lead the, show, tell 'em take it from the top
Rob the lobby, Rockafeller, Kemosabe
Yeah doggy, get 'em off me, please
What we have in common, is that disease
The moldy cheese, I can't breathe
They got their knees on my neck
Who protects me, none
That's why I have a gun
On my lap, stronger than that
Just in case they try and test me
Press me
They won't, get ghost or croak
Phone home, leave the dope
Change the tone
Before you have to end the show
I know, go ahead and etch it in the stone
With style and grace
Do you see the common in ground
There is no other ground like this
Everybody's out there fucking around
Let's sit em down
With style and grace
Do you see the common in ground
There is no other ground like this
Set em up with challenges, challenges
Challenges, with style and grace
Do you see the common in ground
There is no other ground like this
Everybody's out there fucking around
Let's sit em down
With style and grace
Do you see the common in ground
There is no other ground like this
Set em up with challenges, challenges
Challenges, with style and grace