MARKET DAY

CISE GREENY:
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OBIJUAN:

Bring the groupers in for the market day
Spark it, make your flying carpet fray
Trade a blade for acres with the beige man
Too many blood stains on this wasteland
Thirty one chum buckets a month ducking the forefront
Shoot up a klu klux klan function
Beat the obeah man gong with gumption
I couldn't squeeze all the food in my lunch tin
Eat some grub and throw a dub in the blunt skin
One money tree the rum runner dungeon
Broke as bitch and nearly rich; i been there
Whisper and make some breesh appear from thin air
Enduring these burdens nigga i barely sleep
It's kind of bitter, but thеn it again it's fairly sweet
Still these walking thesе old dogs on this very street
You using niggas my name unnecessarily
Until proven it wasn't necessarily me
Row your boat merrily on the stream
Binge smoker array; these name brand lungs
If only we all spoke in the mainland tongues
A warning stay away from the pale bland ones
Evil plans to enslave and blam us
They want me the field planting bananas
Pluck your plantain and beware of your manners
They turned my whole landscape into manors