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Albums:

White Light White Heat White Trash (Social Distortion) · Jack Good's Six-Five Special! Versus Jack Good's Oh Boy! (Jack Good) · Jack White's Jukebox (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fight Test/Thank You Jack White/Deterioration of the Fight or Flight Response (The Flaming Lips) · White Room (Cache Valley Drifters) · The White Room/Justified & Ancient (The KLF) · Radio Zet: White Room (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The White Room (The KLF) · Platinum Radio Zet: White Room (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The White Room (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


from nowhere out on the desert sand
One Eyed Jack the trader hold some turquoise in his hand
By his side sat Running Elk his longtime Indian friend
He
Well that telescope; that mighty eye.
It's bigger, Jack, that you or I.
Oh, it sees the stars, it sees the moon.
You might as well stay in the room
the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man

So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in the blink of an eye
fight, for the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man

So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in
Jack
With the luck of men that roam
With the back door steps for a dining room
And the boxcar for a home;

We dodged the bulls on the eastern route
Jack
With the luck of men that roam
With the back door steps for a dining room
And the boxcar for a home

We dodged the bulls on the eastern route
White's throat box
I bet you those cops mix
Double high tower my power grants me the chicks
The blows the cars and enemies that want to spar
You want
be in de next room drinkin' jack daniels 'n puttin' de hurts on some ignint bell-boy.

'ventchlly when all de plookin' 'n trashin' be done wif, de
Right about now, Thugs-n-harmony is on a come up
So to all you bustas out there, beware

Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves

[Krayzie]
Woke
The things is much bigger 
Than the trigger
So I can show how to put in work:
The Ruthless-network drive-by experts
Straight outta compton kickin' up dust
Meanwhile some corrupt, politician nigga is makin' bigger bucks 
Niggaz gettin' blamed for the crystals; but we don't grow 
The motherfuckin' coke or weed
Kitchen knifes and the silent kill.
Gun shots start the rumor mill.
Let's take this back to the old school
Live our lives by the Queensberry rules.
Two
on, a white dress shirt
Looking gay in the yard, and you got hurt
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop wringer style
Your faggot ass got bashed trying
White's throat box
I bet you those cops mix
Double high tower my power grants me the chicks
The blows the cars and enemies that want to spar
You want
No Limit, yeah southern hospitality we seizin it on you, my nigga Silkk 
The Shocker, Snoop D,O double G,why, D,O double G, beats by the pizound,
a kiss
Eyes fixated with the familiar shape
Black label, white letters, they integrate
Cubans in the bar room with harpoons
I bloom in the night fog like
him
and watched his back
That's the only way
To roll on  the track
But yo,
Mitch got rushed by feds last week
The snatchbared the runk
Of his white
niggas be swindling
New jacks surrendering, come home not remembering
Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
Looking gay in the yard,
the zone's gettin bigger
From the whites, to the Ricans, cause they learned it from the niggaz
So who's the first to kick it real, for the, cypher
Eight
a soulja, like me

They cuttin' off welfare,
They think crime is risin' now
You got whites killin' blacks,
Cops killin' blacks, and blacks killin' blacks
power, all the women'll flock while all the guys rocks, when it's on your box
It gained us a much bigger reputation than the White Sox
You may ask yourself
had like jazz
If you down for change then they take your voice away
And then they tell you the best is white
Co-signed by a nigga that pimped the mic
the laughter rang and the tears were spilt
The house that Jack built
Bang, bang, shoot, shoot
White gloved thumb, Lord thy will be done
He was always a good
shit, I ain't on nobody's dick
I remember when BET wasn't shit!
After a certain time on that channel, owned by white people
Fuck why'all night people
mangled by a hundred ugly, angry, Anglo-Saxon's

[Chorus]
Tiger style
Tiger style

I don't like this new shit but, what the fuck do I know?
White