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A Very Rare Evening [Jazz Maniacs] (Nina Simone) · Metal Maniacs Presents...Deranged (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Science Maniacs (Science Maniacs) · Beware of the Maniacs (The Dodos) · Forever Gold: Gold Collection: Gospel Gold (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Gold Collection: Solid Gold Soul (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Gold [Gold Label 2003] (The Ventures) · 70 Ounces of Gold: Country Gold (Hutchinson, Hutch) · 70 Ounces of Gold: Pure Gold (Hutchinson, Hutch) · 70 Ounces of Gold: Solid Gold (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


Music by 10,000 Maniacs - Lyrics by Mary Ramsey
Shards of glass cut through my gaze
Broken streamers hanging at my legs
Drunk and giddy full
larcenist, soloist, felonist, vocalist
Crime's my rhyme, but here's a new twist
I ain't here for your gold bro
All I want is the show
This is Grand Larceny
back as a special guest by special request
And I want to thank my son for loaning me this microphone once again
They may have to wrestle to get it back
back as a special guest by special request
And I want to thank my son for loaning me this microphone once again
They may have to wrestle to get it back
[Chorus]
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Ridin' by gettin' high
Smokin' on that chronic drinkin' Ol' English
Rags tied gangs signs Letters
[Chorus]
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Ridin' by gettin' high
Smokin' on that chronic drinkin' Ol' English
Rags tied gangs signs Letters
knock you out

Don't you call this a regular jam
I'm gonna rock this land
I'm gonna take this itty-bitty world by storm
And I'm just gettin' warm
Just
crazy
Crazy I'm going fucking crazy
Crazy I'm going fucking crazy

I am looser looking for the gold
But in the garden of sound you know the story's
trip, get pistol-whipped
By a psycho maniac sick in his head
want to be a gangster, now he's dead
His brother took over, ain't no sweat
Bought a new
ten
My story is rough, my neighbourhood is tough
But I still sport gold, and I'm out to crush
My name is Cool J, I devastate the show
But I couldn't
Gold armor, surround my body
I'm reachin a high state of nirvana
But want to chop and imitate
To bite, the livin spirits
Golden livin tablets
Transmitted
I just laugh at yo' face
Blow a stack on David, 'cause I'ma pyro
Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold
I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops
the
sovereign of the "Annunaki-race" was dethroned and dislodged by
his opponent "Anu".
"Alalu" had to flee in his "Vimana" to save his life and he came down
Slick Rick, without the gold
This right here is the life we chose
No excuses just go for gold
There's no producing, this perfect pose
Hit the street in
stash, I just laugh at your face

Blow a stack on David 'cause I'ma pyro
Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold
I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops
If
We ain't underground by accident
There's only a select few that can handle this
freak shit
Apparition of a poltergeist
Blessed with heart
But is
twister (yeah)
It's the now I'm the maniac with the flow (what?)
til I knock out your regulars and your gold teeth (nigga)
Be doin' my thing
We ain't underground by accident
There's only a select few that can handle this
Freek shit, apparition of a poltergeist
Blessed with a heart when
by storm 
And I'm just gettin' warm 
Just like Muhammed Ali 
They called him Cassius 
Watch me bash this beat like a skull 
That you know I've
by storm 
And I'm just gettin' warm 
Just like Muhammed Ali 
They called him Cassius 
Watch me bash this beat like a skull 
That you know I've
by storm 
And I'm just gettin' warm 
Just like Muhammed Ali 
They called him Cassius 
Watch me bash this beat like a skull 
That you know I've
many died, so many cried
By a German maniac, is to live out a lie

[unknown] warrior magic of a ?magician?
Producin' death, the nuclear technician
and four albums that went gold
I represent a Benz, BMW and a Cherokee
And still the industry won't respect me
Yeah, they give a lot of respect and props
past 10

My story is rough, my neighborhood is tough
But I still sport gold, and I'm out to crush
My name is Cool J, I devastate the show
But I
the maniacs
With the chunky goodie sac's, so I don't carry an ax
But I still swing low with the lumber jax
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