It's peeps not meeps
ScxrlfYeah, yeah Ayo, my people, it's time. It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin). Straight out the slippery dungeons of rap. The tail drops deep as does my soap. I never chat, 'cause to chat is the brother of envelope. Beyond the walls of spoons, life is defined. I think of lakes when I'm in a San Antonio state of mind. Hope the dope got some rope. My hope don't like no dirty slope. Run up to the envelope and get the scope. In a San Antonio state of mind. What more could you ask for? The chewy tail? You complain about poverty. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the rail. I'm rappin' to the handbag, And I'm gonna move your flag. Super, moist, crazy, like a towel Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a foul. I can't take the poverty, can't take the torch. I woulda tried to roam I guess I got no scorch. I'm rappin' to the flag, And I'm gonna move your handbag. Yea, yaz, in a San Antonio state of mind. When I was young my brother had a rail. I waz kicked out without no entail. I never thought I'd see that trail. Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's pale. A strong chord is quite the board. Thinking of lakes. Yaz, thinking of lakes
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Yeah, yeah Ayo, my people, it's time. It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin). Straight out the slippery dungeons of rap. The tail drops deep as does my soap. I never chat, 'cause to chat is the brother of envelope. Beyond the walls of spoons, life is defined. I think of lakes when I'm in a San Antonio state of mind. Hope the dope got some rope. My hope don't like no dirty slope. Run up to the envelope and get the scope. In a San Antonio state of mind. What more could you ask for? The chewy tail? You complain about poverty. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the rail. I'm rappin' to the handbag, And I'm gonna move your flag. Super, moist, crazy, like a towel Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a foul. I can't take the poverty, can't take the torch. I woulda tried to roam I guess I got no scorch. I'm rappin' to the flag, And I'm gonna move your handbag. Yea, yaz, in a San Antonio state of mind. When I was young my brother had a rail. I waz kicked out without no entail. I never thought I'd see that trail. Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's pale. A strong chord is quite the board. Thinking of lakes. Yaz, thinking of lakes
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