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Diamonds and Emeralds (Lenny Keys) · Emeralds (& Other Little Gems) (Wilding & Co) · Sound of Club Sage (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme [Bonus Tracks] (Simon & Garfunkel) · The Best of Wipers and Greg Sage (Wipers) · Symphonies of the Sage (The Sons of the Pioneers) · New Riders of the Purple Sage/Powerglide (New Riders of the Purple Sage) · The Best of Wipers and Greg Sage (Wipers) · Setlist: The Very Best of New Riders of the Purple Sage Live (New Riders of the Purple Sage) · Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme (Simon & Garfunkel) – and 90 other albums »


through my veins. 
Blood of emeralds. 
I was down and out on Skid Row, 
but I held on to my pride. 
The darkest son of Ireland, 
he was standin' by my
veins.

Blood of emeralds.

I was down and out on Skid Row,
But I held on to my pride.
The darkest son of Ireland,
He was standin' by my side.
We
Get out of my garden

Passion vine
Texas sage
Indigo spires salvia
Confederate jasmine
Royal cape plumbago
Arica palm
Pygmy date palm
I leave as soon as it gets light outside
Like a prisoner breaking out of jail
And I steel down to business fifteen-five-oh-one
Like I had a bounty
Runnin' over punks like Iranian troops
Trample, crush, hittin' like a dump truck
Jump in my face and a size twelve get stuck
In your butt, 'cause you wanted
intelligent
...of our guardian angel does in life...
1968 to 2001...it's been a pleasure, it's been a pleasure

Get out my weatherface with all that sunshine
Try to connect wit pros, drug slingers 
Keep heat under they clothes, everybody in the project knows 
My rap shot's hot but suppose you get 
Caught
Sunday Sunday where have you been,
Your emerald eyes,
Like your hands, reaching out to me ?
The wolves are out tonight
Under the hunter's moon.
business mostly
Got a tape? Catch a wave
Now you in the industry ocean
And missing out on your boat
I been figuring out my own fish
Home gets distant
We
By the skin of my teeth, by the sweat of my brow
I made it through, but you don't know how
When it's a matter of life or death
I'll drag it out so
tight
She'll be lit by firelight and looking fine
And the kids jump out of bed
Hello Daddy, what did you get
Did you think of anything on down the line
a saint when you're just a boy out on the street

And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead
As the tracks clack out the rhythm, their
a saint when you're just a boy out on the street

And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead
As the tracks clack out the rhythm, their
concepts, new tools, new weapons
By analyzing the past, Sage can project into the future

I used to think that rappers had it figured out
Brass Monkey,
a saint when you're just a boy out on the street

And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead
As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes
a saint when you're just a boy out on the street

And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead
As the tracks clack out the rhythm, their
attention

Welcome to the fish fry where niggaz get burnt to a crisp
Jump out the pot, "Yeah yo I got this"
Long armor, construction's on, I'm pro-drama
Catch
for ya targets
(Yeah, yeah, yeah...) pay attention

[Raekwon]
Welcome to the fish fry where niggaz get burnt to a crisp
Jump out the pot, "Yeah yo
of bygones,
I click my heels,
Get the devils in line,
A list of things I could lay the blame on,
Might give me a way out,

But with each turn,
It's this
and give and love and feel
Don't you get my drift
Did you get the pack
Did you get the set 
Did you get the joke
Did you get the outcome
My stuff's
and give and love and feel
Don't you get my drift
Did you get the pack
Did you get the set 
Did you get the joke
Did you get the outcome
My stuff's
the sage
What it's gonna take
To get out of jordan
With everything at stake
underwater)
Come face to face wIth a mouth named jaws, (i got a string attached to my thing)
Freak out with a mermaid named rita, (when you pull my string)
She’s money
She’s money baby

All the green that I need in her emerald eyes
I got empty pockets babe, but I still get by
My ride ain’t fancy but she
and give and love and feel
Don't you get my drift
Did you get the pack
Did you get the set 
Did you get the joke
Did you get the outcome
My stuff's