Paul Huston - Torch Song Trilogy lyrics

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Paul Huston - Torch Song Trilogy lyrics

[Insert] "I'm not guilty ahahaha Does that include the time I stole a Comic Book when I was 5 years old? Aha! I'm not guilty of the charges that Have been filed against me" [end insert] [Sensational] {hits joint}Ah! Yeah! {hits joint} Sensational {hits joint} rocking the orthodox hip hop This is how I do when I strictly rock the spot hahahahaha Yea this chunk of bliss, yeah I party properly, here it goes... Holdupholdupholdupholdupholdup Here we- {laughs} Yo, you can take that back? Yo Yo {record spins} I party properly howa be clockin' me I tell em the time be freaky freaky I script this apocryphal sensational Avenue pimp and hustla My lectures the vehicle I'm skipping off the scene Woofers get up off the side of my Mentality running to the beat like gin Piss poor getting me slobbed by ladies on the job Freaky in erred After hours your bad can kiss myself like I'm James Brown Hip Hop soul-full Like my tank not full of sugar, but bank When I'm on the microphone I always do my thang We rode the mainstream Chunk of bliss is how it be When I Be on the scene Hitting you for balls that be open Beautiful jump up location As I don't stash I'm like my nephew Travis "Da Menace" Fat ladies' pick and looking for credit f**in' with my production intelligence don't know ma's queef from fast or Slow No friction chillity I always blow with the most Definitely feeling it To me A whack emcee could never be I be with herb kicking the verb That you hear and heard Cool out on the couch While I flick an ounce and Enter foot in your mouth Akinyele style with the Brooklyn profile You know I'm flippin' bucks and looking up Pimpin' routine Time flight blind your sight In your ear Making you say OH YEAH (OH YEAH) Yeah it's all about me I thought you knew that Throw rocks and pull the global With the hip-hop And it just don't stop LIKE A 12 AM CONTINUATION WordSound that could never be erased Expand I'm a motherf**in' one man band No debate In what I got To do with this pace Is expensive taste {taste echo} {DJ scratching throughout} "Set this b**h on fire" [Sensational ] Like this like this And like that Note...with the... overweight..fat Yea Cut [Insert] "One thing is sure- I'll never play with matches again" [End insert]