Uploaded on Apr 12, 2009
Produced by: El Grupo
Lyrics. For if you have the need to sing.
Check out this land yo!
Check out these rims yo!
I got my clergy, nobles, peasants at my feet yo!
I'm too legit to quit.
Now hear my clergy spit.
We be a hundred thirty thousand strong
A couple years ago I taught your mom,
in church, I collect your taxes
At birth I dropped some ashes
You can't tax me at all,
now watch me shoot some basketball
Dish me the rock!
Noble, noble, noble, noble, noble!
We might be small but we pack a big punch
We eat these peasants as a snack before lunch
I gots my priv'ledges: 1. judgment by my peers
2. no severe punishments 3. and exemption from your tears
I'm a little peasant with a little broken back
I gotta work hard cuz no one cuts me slack
Us peasants are the largest social group
I'm a little peasant that likes to poop!
Our hard labor maintains the system
as hard as we try we can't resist 'em
as nobility we have special rights
being a peasant must really bite
I am the clergy and I look down
In this relationship I wear the crown.
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