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So many artist workin' but no one making money Welcome to the East Coast, home of the innocence Still Piegon Holed, as a farm or a fisher man No major league

Farmer Jones ran short on seeds so he borrowed from his neigbor Sam The fall brought Jones a flourishin' crop while his neighbor's all burned brown Sam

text mex Givin' ears the best sex since 900 numbers Rock all night like slumber In a battle I Stone Cold stun the mic manager Knowin' he amateur like minor league

Technically you don?t even exist, God A flick of the wrist, you?ll be gone Lost in limbo like pink shit camouflaged in a pig farm I?m an enigma I rip

his shoelaces without help He's an idiot savant, he's a cloth-eared flop He's an idiot savant, an imbecile indeed He's an idiot savant, an Ivy League

of Company G who won high honors for his courage and heroism in World War 1? Sing Lee - ayellow man Who was the leader of united farm workers and helped farm

Country So many artist workin' but no one making money Welcome to the East Coast, home of the innocence Still Piegon Holed, as a farm or a fisher man No major league

League e di Superbowl, porto l'hip hop al top come a New York o a Parigi, sei una showgirl, sei una Heather Parisi! Da quando ho cominciato a farmi, ho

thirty at the half And no it's not a game jo, he for real The top scorer but, he lead the league in steals The league endorsements, he really need the