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the heralds of extreme metaphors (t.h.e.m.) - fuck a yard lyrics

[hook]
“kidnap the presidents wife without a plan” (x6)
f-ck a yard, god, [i’ll live to see?] a hundred grand (x3)

[canibus]
ever since ’94, i swore i would never be bored
let me break it down how i be breaking federal laws for the green, but not the type of green on your vegetables;
the government cheese, but not the type of cheese that’s edible
it’s incredible what i be pulling when i’m paid
shawtys that used to diss me want to be my love-slave
they in, they out; it’s all about getting paid
handcuffed to an aluminum briefcase, wearing some shades
regardless of my age, i make your maximum wage
and my peers that work at mcdonald’s get jealous of my fame
so i pay a profit out to keep tabs on my mistress
i got so much dough, i get santa something for christmas
getting paid, ’cause i’m sk!lled in my trade
spending my blood money with gloves so i won’t catch aids

[webb]
yo check it, i got to stress it
this sh-t is gettin’ hectic
at the drop of a dime, i’ll flip like an epileptic
my pockets are [] stop it
i’m not turning a profit
it’s an emergency
any currency, that’s the topic
i get a disguise and organize a billion enterprise
you know the scoop, i paid loot for fake alibis
and since the currency is [] and tax-free, i get extra federal notes to take care of [maternity?] fees
i’m building an empire, got peasants calling me “sire”
have a swiss bank account waiting for me when i retire
my mind-state is [] and x-rated
and some girls around the way is trying to say my slug penetrated
not only that, i smell conspiracy in the air
the brothers want me to resign, and when i look, they stop and stare
blocking my operation, hoping for infiltration
plus the feds will taps your lines so i get [?] communications
it’s time to hibernate and disappear for a while
i gotta avoid apbs, ’cause da is trying to clamp my style
you know my steelo, i make moves on the delow
when people ask my name, i tell them “mr. incognito”
i got a master-plan, so what i’m a wanted man, ’cause

[hook (x2)]
kidnap the presidents wife without a plan (x6)
f-ck a yard, god, [i’ll live to see?] a hundred grand (x3)

[canibus]
i’d love to see my gold t–th gleeming, magazine tabloids
i’m living like eddie when he traded places with dan aykroyd
when i go to the clubs, i be dressed to impress
i invest in brand names like yes to get some s-x
i’m a subliminal criminal, ’cause i let you think i’m [?]
but see, i’ve learned to be quicker when no one’s lookin’
it’s all about the dollar-bill, y’all, the dollar-bill
just put the gun in my hand and tell who i got to k!ll
’cause i refuse to yield, until i make a cool mill’
you know my style, i’m the jewel of the nile
keeping it real, clocking bills from the drugs i deal
f-ck a yard, i want the whole football field

[webb]
my information is beyond calculation
sk!lls is infinite, i’m a threat to your nation
i break through security
undetectable by sight
black camouflage, i’ll blend in with the night
i pop the [?], and i’m like a knife when i stab it
i’ll sn-tch the video tapes, then i’ll make my escape
lets discuss it
i’m quick to bring the ruckus when i rush it
malteses is at my door, god d-mn, i got to flush it
and when they search it, i’ll just front like [detergent?]
and commit tax evasion, ’cause real life, i ain’t paying
got 5-0 g-ssed, think they got me on lock-down
but little do they know: i got an underground compound
sublevel, i live a floor above the devil
completely hidden, outsiders are forbidden
so watch your back, i want the whole [?]

motherf-cking sub-zero [?] catch your slippin’

[hook (x2)]
kidnap the presidents wife without a plan (x6)
f-ck a yard, god, [i’ll live to see?] a hundred grand (x3)

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