Mr. Blue Collar, yeah, you know what? It's time for me to give a testament to where I came from The streets of Chicago, Southside Yeah, Mr. Blue Collar
I got bout three cups for me, and one cup for you But I got grease of patrone and I got you some deuce But I got Louie 13 and that blue Calgeen But
' You can't feed a nigga peanut chews Now, put ya feet up in a nigga shoes A lack of green a give a nigga blues A sip of purple make nigga rude Make
myself 'Cause me true dog, never acted, never lie to myself I've been in Hollywood and back, guess what I'm still I'm sayin' number from the blue tops
that's what I'ma give 'em when they land in last place Hand right by the hammer, they ain't too many seeing us So they wanna take my gifts 'til I wrap
time to get busy with these ho's, let's go 'Cause I'd rather see a skinhead dead Than my niggas wearin' blue or red 'Cause I got the gift To hit them
Who fuses the music With no illusions Producing the blue prints Clueless? Automator - defy the laws of nature Electronic monolith throw a jam upon the
you know I'm bout the business Smoke big trees (Big trees) Christmas Smoke big trees (Big trees) Christmas Chain supersix (Supersix) Sickless Chain supersix (Supersix) Sickless My flow retarded nigga My flow retarded nigga Gifted, gifted
with cousin Belle. It's not Christmas without Grandma. All the family's dressed in black. And we just can't help but wonder: Should we open up her gifts
?? Blood is blue, Through life's a?? Fucking zoo, And we might a?? Come for you, And we what? a?? Run with crew, Whose what? a?? Blood is blue, Through
suna??s on the rise The sleepa??s in my eyes The dewa??s on the ground The night is disguised Therea??s hope in the air Ia??m fresh off a prayer The blue
a gift and to take you so much You need the blue night to discover Only true lovers have the magic touch Can't believe it, like no other Love is a gift
't take much to remember Those eloquent songs from the good old days That set us to marching with banners ablaze But reporters, there's no sense in prying Our blue
turned green what ever happened to the teenage dream? silver surfer and the ragged kid are all sad and rusted ah, they don't have a gift believe me
Gifts of silver and coal Cold front moving like a snail Crisp skin, broken legs, "she's here" You've killed summer, lady luck is a fucking whore Made
the facts Just sit back, relax, come in enjoy the facts Movin' on the promise lands, let me be honest man Don't shape shift and dis the gifted, lifted
the houses Laid out like targets With the deafening sound We watched them all go down And the families Now useless bodies They lay still black and blue A gift