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Little Bank Anthem Lyrics
Mansbestfriend Pt. 2 "No Thanks"

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Title:

Little Bank Anthem Lyrics

Artists:

Sole

Album:

Mansbestfriend Pt. 2 "No Thanks"
by Sole

Added By:

Mental Stamina
added on July 22, 2004

HipHop Lyrics:

you can play the fool
or play the fool for his joke and get the last laugh.
this is just your typical lowerclass vs. the church.
i'm just a nobody, get off of my tip,
can't keep the superstars out my motherfuckin' shadows.
show the middle men and the minions how to be a bigger man
kid i've been doin this since you was gettin' jumped selling dime bags,
but no one knows about that shit,
i gave you your first dictionary,
i showed you orson welles,
when trackmasters was dissing you
i said give that kid a chance,
and this is how you repay my kindness, you fuckin' communist,
i'm a mutherfuckin' anarchist!
believe me kid you'll be the first to know when i go activist or antichrist,
i'm sure there's gotta be a better way to save the world
than battle with ignorance,
it's about that time when you to find a new illuminati to talk about.

besides edgar allen poe told me
there ain't no b-boys left on mtv,
let's hold a benefit battle and give the money to palestinian refugees,
cause there's a war going on 7000 miles from where you holdin' your nuts.
i see the truth in it, its's a race issue and it's got nothing to do with us

so i will continue to walk the righteous path even if there is no god
and tell the hardest truth, destroy all malls.
i'm all fault, so i'm hard to kill.
a publicist ain't nothing but a telephone that knows all the numbers,
i write poetry,
a journalist ain't nothin' but a number for someone else's opinions,
every single time i write a line someone looks into the mirror and cries,
i'm here to hold you,
they oughta call me mc "fetus on a catapult" the way i make this shit fly

and if i never never learn to fly i will always be a butterfly killer,
gimmie my net, through on some beck
tell your publisher it was a wonderful dinner,
and when i draw all my lines in the sand
only the penitent men will pass,
i used to write all my rhymes with blood
these days i write my name with my ass.
i hover a hundred feet against the renegade association of agencies,
when you go bankrupt, you'll all be buying water from me.

everyday another kid gets killed on the streets of the internet...

this is just another one of those typical lower class against the aristocrat struggles.