slump came, faced with redundancy He turned his mind to other things And soon became a household name Knicker Elastic, everybody used it Knicker Elastic, nobody refused
how to play ... I think I'm losing in this game I've won before but I can't win again So what becomes of those Who hit by bottom low But still refuse
most is the condition of the factory that the workers were in: The factory was surrounded by a fence and barbed wire on top and on the bottom. And they
us! Lovely lady! Whores Come on dearie, why all the fuss? You're no grander than the rest of us Life has dropped you at the bottom of the heap Join
us! Lovely lady! [WHORE ONE] Come on dearie, why all the fuss? You're no grander than the rest of us Life has dropped you at the bottom of the heap Join
his pilla. Villain when it gets realer, split the scrilla with Dilla, Dilla, mix, mix, mix. Do a deal for kicks and get rich quick. Sketch lyrics. Bet your bottom
the bottom and climb with me, thats fine with me, thats how it was designed to be [C-Town] (verse 6) I be that young teen with dumb cream, I refuse
this new ingredient? Everything I crave I become Everything I left forgotten Everything I love I become 'Cause [Incomprehensible] happens when you reach the bottom
up' Noise crutch stolen wretched refuse of my teaming dumb luck Still I promise temperance storm breed still bleeding Amish See the freaks sucked out the bottom
bayonettes I'll fision vision with a lie longer than your most walked meridian Connecting life with that little species of idiots We've now officially scraped barrel bottom
about feelin' what with lead Never mind dat mon here come de dread We comin' far, far, far Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far Ya know ya hear me Star Bet your bottom
the panic, break a senate lieutenant Spit it, yo, despite your critic comments Knowing it ain't a hotter verse than Zaakir Mohammed Whether last or first, or bottom
now, shout, come on now, shout, come on now, shout Do you remember when you used to be nine years old? Yeah, and I still remember, from the bottom of
Thickets among the forests, rivers beneath the bridges Presence of hilltops, lit up with tree tops Eavesdrop; and hear the incline of sunshine, nine Stones in orbit, refuse
air is turning cold outside It's a rabbi in a brothel for the third time The gold tooth of a broken man A white glove in a purse down at the bottom of
bottom of the ninth pull it out in chords of red-disease drag on the system drag on my head and body there are some facts here that refuse to escape
in the middle of the bottom Message in the middle of the bottom Message in the middle of the bottom Message in the middle of the bottom Message in the middle of the bottom
refuse to be a slave Because I am an uprising citizen Red man When you feel an uprising And your blood runs cold You dig a little deeper To the bottom