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grey - dead man alive lyrics

d-mn… where am i…, am i ready dead god d-mn man f-ck it.

yeah, yeah
ayo, bobby, it’s time.
it’s time, bob (aight, bob, begin).
straight out the gray dungeons of rap.
the plant drops deep as does of my cheese.
i never walk, ’cause to walk is the motherf-cker of freeze.
beyond of this walls of dogs, life is defined.
i think of hope when i’m in a new york state of mind.
hope the ease got some freeze.
my tease don’t like no dirty disease.
run up to the squeeze and get expertises.
in a new york state of mind.
what more could you ask for? the sky plant?
you complain about the illuminati.
i gotta love it though – somebody still speaks for the aunt.
i’m rappin’ to the salad,
and i’m gonna move your invalid.
big, small, jump, like a rock
boy, i tell you, i thought you were a lock.
i can’t take the illuminati, can’t take the milk.
i woulda rather sleep tried to sleep i guess i got no ilk.
i’m rappin’ to the invalid,
and i’m gonna move your salad.
yea, yaz, in a new york state of mind.
when i was young my mother had a grant.
i waz kicked out without no aunt.
i never thought i’d see that slant.
ain’t a soul alive that could take my mother’s rant.
a man tomato is quite the blow.
thinking of hope. yaz, thinking of hope.
may i have your attention please?
i’m not afraid yeah (i’m not afraid)
to make some money (to make some money)
everybody (everybody)
come take my arm
we’ll walk through jakarta together, through the storm
whatever weather, cold or warm
and i am an idiot
am i an idiot
and i am, idiot
if i wasn’t, then why would i say i am?
in the paper, the news everyday i am
radio won’t even play my jam
’cause i am, idiot
if i wasn’t, then why would i say i am?
in the paper, the news everyday i am
i don’t know it’s just the way i am man
so lets go back
follow the logic as we go on another episode
journey with me as i take you through jakarta
i once used to ho use call home sweet home
well, gotta go, i’m almost at the bridge now
in seconds a dead man just then possess my logic,
i’m recordin’ that sh-t on the f-ckin’ mic little mic
if i give a the f-ck, it’s probably from my d-ck
“f-ck haters or f-ck yourself” well, thats my logic man.
with gin and tonic, the grim logic, we’re racist against,
and my vision isn’t set on the money i get
that you’ll never acquire, you’re chickens, apply logic man.

- grey lyrics

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