TERRORS Ham Sandwich (USA)
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[Intro: Father's Children, Ham Sandwich]
Dirty, filthy habitat
Is where I got my habit at (Is where I, An impossible ultimatum)
Of learn, baby, learn, baby, learn, baby, learn (Many men fold)
When presented with two options
Look
[Verse 1]
Sell your soul to your master
Or sell your soul for your masters
New chains, new whips, new bastards
Put a nigga out to pasture, fuck that (Yuh)
To me it seems as though thinking an afterthought nowadays
Niggas never question how they got it made
You could show 'em the truth but they not amazed
This is not a game
This is a disease
It ain't namaste when they get the piecе
Cold world, everybody sick to me
Niggas rеally need to learn the history
All the shit you got is in the industry
[Verse 2]
And if a sudden breeze come along, freeze come along
You could say you hot, you free to be wrong
Free to be gone, falling out of every seat I belong in
Deep when I saw the peak, I was awestruck
Visions looking bleak till the fall struck
Tryna step to me but they all suck
They mad
Oh, they mad (Mad)
Oh, they mad (Mad)
They mad (Yuh)
'Cause if a sudden breeze come along, freeze come along
You could say you hot, you free to be wrong
Free to be gone, falling out of every seat I belong in
Deep in-
They mad
Oh, they mad
Oh, they mad
Oh, they mad (Yuh)
Dirty, filthy habitat
Is where I got my habit at (Is where I, An impossible ultimatum)
Of learn, baby, learn, baby, learn, baby, learn (Many men fold)
When presented with two options
Look
[Verse 1]
Sell your soul to your master
Or sell your soul for your masters
New chains, new whips, new bastards
Put a nigga out to pasture, fuck that (Yuh)
To me it seems as though thinking an afterthought nowadays
Niggas never question how they got it made
You could show 'em the truth but they not amazed
This is not a game
This is a disease
It ain't namaste when they get the piecе
Cold world, everybody sick to me
Niggas rеally need to learn the history
All the shit you got is in the industry
[Verse 2]
And if a sudden breeze come along, freeze come along
You could say you hot, you free to be wrong
Free to be gone, falling out of every seat I belong in
Deep when I saw the peak, I was awestruck
Visions looking bleak till the fall struck
Tryna step to me but they all suck
They mad
Oh, they mad (Mad)
Oh, they mad (Mad)
They mad (Yuh)
'Cause if a sudden breeze come along, freeze come along
You could say you hot, you free to be wrong
Free to be gone, falling out of every seat I belong in
Deep in-
They mad
Oh, they mad
Oh, they mad
Oh, they mad (Yuh)
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