Song Lyrics
Forty acres and a mule give me my rhyme back land, oh that s to help save folks
Step side to side like bj rn borg, call him lord
that s right
forty acres and a mule give me my rhyme back land
I m afraid they need more salvation from the foreigners on their land, like dunlevy, they need saving from heathenism
I m trying to make my mark y all drink bubbly, for god so loved rap he gave his only posse
Forty acres and a mule give me my rhyme back land, well why should i know anything about africa Count, step side to side like bj rn borg
we the victorious o
Beware of the noose i design out this mic cord, not a cyborg
Cook up your canned tuna, all anyone seems to know about when it comes to africa is tarzan Count, i m still wondering where the funkytown pros went
forty acres and a mule give me my rhyme back land
Black rock roll, i m trying to make my mark y all drink bubbly
Grim reaper for real, no-one above me
it ain t no value in valium
For god so loved rap he gave his only posse, for god so loved rap he gave his only posse
well why should i know anything about africa
Beware of the noose i design out this mic cord, god bless ellisdale and letchdale projects
Monie love i used to love your cockney accent, that s right (Dumile), god bless ellisdale and letchdale projects
no-one above me
chris c s the predicate
that s right
well why should i know anything about africa
That s why they call me count bass, forty acres and a mule give me my rhyme back land