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[8B] We some presidential players, with money by the layers
[8B] Ain't nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
[TS] I won't stop rappin, I
[8B] We some presidential players, with money by the layers
[8B] Ain't nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
[TS] I won't stop rappin, I
Travelin’ now
On the low highway
Three thousand miles
To the Frisco Bay

Cross the rivers wild
And the lonesome plains
Up the coast and down
were plain,
Oh babe, truer words
Have not been spoken or broken.

In the hills of mystery,
In the foggy web of destiny,
You can have what's left
you were plain, 
Oh babe, truer words 
Have not been spoken or broken. 
In the hills of mystery, 
In the foggy web of destiny, 
You can have what's
with skin so pale
On her face an images of pain
Snow is now falling to the frozen ground
The angel is covered by white
Frost is spreading across
of pain
Snow is now falling to the frozen ground
The angel is covered by white
Frost is spreading across the plain
To welcome the eternal night
the acid rain.
He put the earth down, and stuck out his thumb,
And he hitched a ride out on the freeway of the plains.

Won't you bury my body
By
as well admit it, why it's as plain as white and black
Like the drive-in picture show, she's never coming back

She's never comin' back, she's already
the President of White Owned Records
We see you're still survivin'
But wanted to ask you to keep your boys quiet
If you don't, we will
Or here's another
the impenetrable haze
Through shapeless fog
Scattered through these desolate plains
White shine the bones, Eater of gods

As if mercy were a skin of water
We
and don’ts
Not a record of your faults
He gave his life pay it all
(Dear John) He loves you just the way you are
You are forgiven by His scars
Just open up
It's on now
Feel threatened by this
T-Squad
T.S.
Takin shit
[ VERSE 1: Armageaddon ]
We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin this
full of hours
Before a roadie picks you up and take you back

I can't call you by your stage name
You're still the girl I know
That hated wearing
the shadows that we cast in the cold clean light
I might fear I go and my heart is white
And we race right out on the desert plains all night
So honey I am
the shadows that we cast in the cold clean light
I might fear I go and my heart is white
And we race right out on the desert plains all night
So honey I am
From the land of shooting waters to the peaks of the Coeur d'Alene
Thimbleberries in the forest, elk grazing on the plain
The People of the Coyote
York niggas is trigger happy, got Pataki scared
This town ain't big enough for both of us and I ain't goin' nowhere
There it is, plain and simple like
Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was makin it
Niggaz like Lil'
on
You'll get a right to the grill, I'm white and I ill
A descendant of Dublin with titanic skill
I ducked and I swing, next thing your jaw's broken
Punk I
see the shadows that we cast in the cold, clean light
My feet are gold, my heart is white
And we race out on the desert plains all night
See, honey,
him as he passes by
I say to myself, he looks like the FBI
A white man like him, what is he doing over here?
I wonder, what does he want
Then he
duckin' dodgin' the police penetetionary and daisy
protected by soldiers live my life smokin'
the ghetto bottles are broken and cast popped open 
nobody
And you can tell by the bodies that are left around
When some clown jumps up to get beat down
Broken down to his very last compound
See how it sounds?
for the record, it's gotta-be said,
He came in all colors - brown, white, black and red. 

And some "cow-pokes" were yellow, an' these are the facts.