spongebob

Mosh through the orchestra pit, the rip CD-R skip
You hope the CD-S don't stick, bent over dope sick
Too scared to write the book, took it, put it in the hook
Of a song, no one listened to it, looks like I wasn't wrong
Hid it where they wouldn't look, lookin' like Sadam
Lookin' at Taiwan like, "Look, they shook, let's get it on"
Shots whizzed, his depression was all gone
Emotion will lift him, please use the proper form
Bended the knee, rolled up half of Guam
Lost no sleep over the fate of your white farm
What goes come back around
So when they came for me, I wasn't alarmed
Get fished out the hole like Sadam
Tough guys won't go alive, get found unarmed
An object in motion stays in motion, I wait 'til the sea calm
Slaves like hammer, Braun, ships was yea-long
It's too late for qualms with the hammer in the palm
You a slave to the hammer, you do what it wants
Take the good with the bad, fly trees and a cheap blunt
Niggas put up a good front, but you can see the zipper
Before they took a hit, I watched a nigga shiver
That that Bill Withers
Nigga had the nerve to say you can't take it with you
Fuck would I want with any of this shit, dummy?

SpongeBob, the whole operation underwater
"It's only one God," what we said in Tora Bora
The bombs was on us, the bombs was on us
Came back to God like, "Muhfucka, you promised, you promised"
SpongeBob, the whole operation underwater
"It's only one God," what we yelled in Tora Bora
The bombs was on us, the bombs was on us
Came back to God like, "Mothafucka, you promised, you promised"

I get five dollar phone calls from the corner store
It's hot, gang, gang, crowded in the door, slid past
Don't you bump nobody, the body control is godly
It's just a hobby, picked up in the lobby, it's that nigga karate
Summer, dirt bikes and Kawasakis, numbers Fibonacci
Overseas connection choppy, she's gettin' worse
Your sister talk to nurse, everybody in church
Everybody wants to know if you comin'
But they won't say the words
Your days feel rehearsed, nights come back in short bursts
In a bodega, basehead lurks
Hoppin' foot to foot, youngin' slow with that work
Got my Afri-call card, but I keeped it lotto first
I don't wanna see 'em put her in the dirt
I can't go there with nothin' but my shirt
Explosions, outside bombs burstin' in the sky
Streets, sidewalks, it's the third of July

SpongeBob, the whole operation underwater
"It's only one God," what we said in Tora Bora
The bombs was on us, the bombs was on us
Came back to God like, "Muhfucka, you promised, you promised"
SpongeBob, the whole operation underwater
"It's only one God," what we yelled in Tora Bora
The bombs was on us, the bombs was on us
Came back to God like, "Mothafucka, you promised"

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