, yes y'all Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da Books Well, comin' to school ya it's the hooligan I'm in the mood again so watch me do this I'm out to
the colours too bright, the music too deafening - the black-out world has just begun to show. These cracked-out words I offer... but I still don't know. Cool
lions The vultures, the jackals and all the scavengers of love I was strutting around with my chest stuck out Like a peacock preparing to get laid Thought I looked cool
only 5 ft.1 I bring the fun bak with every come back Sit back an' laugh so what you got a number 1 girl try for a clash shoulder My paper cuts, Sam
'm a Sophomore Sophomore Sophomore No no no no no My closet's exploded from the color blast, A blast I'll have for you. My mother, she's knowing all these colors clash, The Clash
on, "4, 3, 2, 1" You got out done by Canibus the young gun Your last weapon is to call out Wyclef Jean Not knowing that you callin' fire for your cremation Jammin' and cool
madness Got me doin shit, where I'm runnin from badges I can see my life in some flashes, they think that I'm clashes I pour more 'gnac in the glass kid
cool When I'm a hot head I don't get lyrical I get serious, lyrically physical I start shouting stuff like derkhead And people think it's really cool
couple kids get excited and try clash man i rave them tho cuz dey dont bov try yeh i rave dem tho cuz dey dont bov try im humble and cool but say wot
(The Clash) Now the king told the boogie men You have to let that raga drop The oil down the desert way Has been shakin' to the top The sheik he drove
(The Clash) BETWEEN COOL CONFUSION AND KUNG FU IN THE CAR PARK COULD THE WEEKEND BE LOSING THAT REACTIVE SPARK EVEN IN THE SHEBEEN OR DOWN IN THE MEAT
GO! We were just hanging out on the corner, after skating for a few We were just killing time looking for something new Then some came 'long with a guitar
I'm a motherfuckin star, the status of John Lennon Y'all are ordinary people, singin to John Legend Write a track dissin' Ap'? Better X that out I don
like a violin You cats die of sin We die of nothing we're immortal We're crypt keepers Fate changers Script readers Throw up your dick beaters if you wanna clash
sitting at the their rainbows ending want's garbage bag liners (??????) with out the apple seed it's useless (I sat for greed) patched for boredom crafts a castle out
part of that throughout the years I'd like to send peace out to all my homeboys that kept it real And love to all my niggas that have died out here
more Might sound crazy, but I ran out of slugs before Yeah, I know the feds watch me But my vest clashes hard with the Versace So I'm just rollin in
hoes come out, nah dawg, I'ma chill right here Tryin to get a good look at these dudes Yet the crowd was less than what I saw before, I play it cool