Generals Songtext
von The Herbaliser

(Jean Grae)
Yeah
(What, nigger?)
Ladies and Gentlemen
Bear witness to the Generals
General number one

(Trap Clapper)
I′m a big gun
R.i.p big one
Bitches shit
...

Be like 'Drop kick his ass,′ I be like 'Hell, oh no'
I don′t fight for no bitch, nigga, fight for self
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(Cheech Marina)
Bitches aint gangster
Good day miss tenfler?
I can flip both slangs, the word phrase sampler
Loony when i say iam the Boston strangler
I can turn into the perfect picture of anger
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I smoke trees outta bones, and then ... the moment
Just leave me alone with the tv on
Cheech marina the anti peacemaker face beater
White chicks, three shades paler, the most of my people
Like my own shit, they can t say that either bitch,
I′m not feminem, you'll find an emblem
Over your tombstone of my face if you mention him
In harvard yard i park my car
Not far from where i learn that i can shit on these bars
And cantankerous words could dripple of my lips
You won′t accept me but i bet you take this unused clip bitch

(A.K.)
...

(Jean Grae)
Yeah
A.K.
Daddy Mills
How we gettin' down?
Is it ill yet?
Y′all still ain't done?
(Generals) Let′s go


(Private E1/MacGuyver)
I'm only 12
But I can hold it down for myself
The General Private E1, MacGuyver
I get a gun in my Happy Meals
Spank my dad
That I can carry super soakers in my backpack
Filled up with acid
I'm a bad kid
Slip razors in my teachers′ apples
From the rotten apple
I′m an eighth grade nightmare
Like I care, right, yeah
Jean'll be right there

(Jean Grae)
You little dummies runnin′ scareder than Gregory Han?
Prepare to be leveled by enemy mines and get
Blinded by your bullshit-slinging
I'm in the pulpit singing
A prayer while I′m banging Duran Duran
(?) you can't hang with Generals
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