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The Clash Look Here

(Mose Allison) Look here! What d'you think you're Gonna be doin' next year? No lie... How you know you're not Gonna up and die? No doubt... Soon enough

: (Mose Allison) Look here! What d'you think you're Gonna be doin' next year? No lie... How you know you're not Gonna up and die? No doubt... Soon

off a bit Won't be no teams up in here with no clashes Just bunk mile sleds boot shines up in the masses Life got no guarantees, I'm looking for

lookin' at a hundred more (Turn around and you're lookin' at a hundred more) Turn around and you're lookin' at a hundred more (Ohh oh) (Turn around and you're lookin

couldn't call it One nigga left and they talkin' about we ain't happenin' So we had to give that up and make 'em recognize platinum Look at everybody

shit out you Give it to me Yo yo yo yo yo Give it to me That shit Yo, yo yo yo, yo Yo, check it Yo, I'm too old for these young whippersnappers out here

, No niceness, i've run out of it, Dumb it down a bit, Ain't something im prepared to do, Well I ain't never gonna run out of lip, So here's something

we're here 'cause we love the game and our music is projects So, so, yo, hello! makin' sure y'all still there On stage here tonight be the almighty theodore

Fuck the toughest I'm dangerous it's rowdy Motherfuckers are up and outty the roughest sucker plucker Since they found me Openin' up a can of clash clicks