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Albums:

Smaller Chairs for the Early 1900s (Moneen) · Smaller Chairs for the Early 1900s (Moneen) · Is This Room Getting Smaller? (Onesidezero) · Smaller Chairs for the Early 1900s (Moneen) · Six Feet Above Yesterday (Infusion) · Four Feet to the Beat (Avalon Cats) · Happy Feet (Fred Penner) · Fall at Your Feet [US] (Crowded House) · 5 Feet of Swing (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Cold Feet [Global] (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


(Steve: I don't know Woody.
 Are you sure you've got this think hooked up right?
Woody: Listen man, music is my life.
Steve: Alright. Two, three
hood)
(The real hood, like three pair of pants)
My friends, I'll say it clear (pair of sneakers)
(My moms is busting her ass) State my case
(Nigga I'm
three mics

y'all niggaz better stop playin' and get yo' game tight
Too Short, Eastsidaz, Big Tig, oh boy
Album number 13 nigga, y'all better stop chasin'
The highest professorship, my English etiquette
Compels me to not say it if I can't spell it bitch
My circularised 3rd Eye, sees all
Atlantis was surrounded by
Revolutionary, scary
Thought provoking, spoken,
Words of a chain I don't feel but I see
Visions from me
At twenty three making us free in my
Revolutionary, scary
Thought provoking, spoken
Words of a chain I don't feel but I see
Visions from me
At twenty three making us free in my
still ridin' beach cruisers
Dude, I see through you, 'cause you're plastic
Bring the beef to you, put the heat to your vlastic
Fuck the last album, this
you to your destiny
Where by other souls are slain
It won't take long
It won't take too long at all
Three men in a desert wandering
One is knowing
[Mike Jones]
What my motherfuckin name!
Mike Jones...... Who?
Mike Jones.......Who?
Mike Jones...My album "Who Is Mike Jones" coming soon
Yeah!
Where
Revolutionary, scary
Thought provoking, spoken
Words of a chain I don't feel but I see
Visions from me
At twenty three making us free in my
gun staples in your back 

Hung from a tree with rusty nails in your rectum crack 



Chorus: cool Keith (repeat 3X) 



I get personal direct
They gave me little light.
In Top, Three Feet, Buddy, that was alright.
One year later, the Tribe was initiated.
Bonita came, it was wild how she
to do with me" and I say,
"You mean to tell me that's all?"
Of three men in a desert wandering, one is knowing and two are
scared
They say time is in
went from cheddar to cheese from powder to cooked rocks 
From the ghetto to the lakes 
(to the lakes 3rd ward, Caliope) 
Slangin' thangs in the hood
shit on your new album or what? 

Yeah, I'm gonna kick some of that shit
But ah, partner I don't even fuck with the nine no more half

Man don't you
by their roots
All the roots live underground, water down me no salute!
They pimping the culture, the same vulture who stole ya agriculture
My vocab is
and download every rhyme that I spit
You could pay homage to Rip for one dollar a clip
None of those rhymes is on the album bitch
It's a storage facility where I
Wall, with the wood out my grill
I can do a girl wrong, and she goin' be by me still
I can get caught cheating on my feet, maybe she will
Never leave,
lyrics guided your seed
Put 'em in the album cover and it got 'em to read
You not in my league my flow's cold in the hottest degrees
Can seize and cause
image legit
Even though back in the day they told me I was the shit
I'm at the Cinderella ball, now it just don't quit
Eh, Fuck that, I shrink my feet
the rovers roll up wit ribbons
I seen them repo'd, resold then redriven
So when I reload, he holds number one position
When you hot I'm hot
And when your feet
image legit
Even though back in the day they told me I was the shit
I'm at the Cinderella ball, now it just don't quit
Eh, Fuck that, I shrink my feet
it's funny how things change, funny how time fly
More than my feet travel, the more that I feel fly
More that I make now, the more that the chicks smile
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
loud six feet my ego grow
Shawty grip it both hands letting off my eagle low
Bust it back and forth there's no remorse
I win of course I'm in
You