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Climbs out of his module into the chemical haze
Two death-defying dance steps ahead of the current craze
Surrounded by a cool blues funk
Got holes
fraud now you barred
For real, check it, I pull strings like B.B. King on guitar
I'm the true Fist of the North Star!

Ooh! What a tangled web we weave
devouring maidens 
Homicide. My job: slay him

You call me, Chief
Yes, the dragon again, devouring maidens 
The King's daughter may be next

Mmm-hmm.
Conan
Mojo my right hand
And Yunan was our dope man
I know he lookin' down from Heaven.

I'm chargin' $3900 for it I got them bags in
$850 you know
breathe in
Now I'm a start weavin' spells like a wizard
King of the lizard
My mojo's risin' like my nature should
Not everybody can relate to hood
But
the countryside 
My name is St. George 
I'm a knight
Saturday, July 10th. 8:05 pm 
I was working out of the castle on the nightwatch 
when a call came in from
like B.B. king on guitar
I'm the true fist of the north star!

Ooh! What a tangled web we weave
When first we practice to deceive
Guns be clickin' runnin
even got my grandma when she was working for the mob 
Brainwash you while you're sleeping 
While in your traffic jam 
Brainwash you while you're
That'll be sufficient, Smithers

Excuse me?
I said that's enough
Oh, sorry sir
Thought I had my mojo working

That man by the cooler
Drinking water, as if
pound
That knock niggaz down, then run clowns outta town
My malls taller than skyscrapers, you catchin' the vapors
You only got a pair of jacks, I got
with nothin' to loose
I BB a king so let me sing you the blues
Let me lay down the rules,
Get money by all means,
Survive at all costs put god 'bove
And she was working on a soldier's ward
Never had I seen such beauty before
The moment that I saw her

Nancy was my yellow rose
And we got married
Pop my trunk on 'em
Looking like I got a bunch of dope on me
Sitting at the light got police scoping
Cause these folks shouldn't have that much
up my car working for a livin'.
Drive down to the sea shore lookin' at the pretty women.

I'm an American boy.
Drive me a chevy ain't got no
to the ghetto
Like b.b. king blow the blues,
Bullets ? ? ? cause fools can't escape this
Niggas lose they life for stickin' they nose in my cake mix
And like a ?
I don't ever back out alive
All I wanna do is call a shot
Ain't nobody got me all swept out
You're in my head, in my head by now

Moving
need to be poppin'
Bust a you-turn on 3 wheels by the cops and

Damn if feels good to be triflin', you know what I'm sayin' 'cause?
Who got the wallet,
me that gold
Beautiful gold
Make this island
My land!
Make the mounds big, boys
I'd help you to dig, boys
But I've got this crick in me spine
This land
Love changes, love changes everything

Then the years went rollin' by
I grew up and moved away
Had to earn my pay
Found another lover then
But my
Glam Rick
You are bequeathed in suede
You are entrenched in suede
Glam Rick
You've got celluloid in your genes dad
You are Glam Rick
You've cut my
Pop my trunk on 'em
Looking like I got a bunch of dope on me
Sitting at the light got police scoping
Cause these folks shouldn't have that much
Love changes, love changes everything

Then the years went rollin' by
I grew up and moved away
Had to earn my pay
Found another lover then
But my
You've been working and saving for your Jamaican dream
Paradise is waiting across the sea
But when your plane lands Montego turns to Monsoon
You've got
I don't ever back out alive
All I wanna do is call a shot
Ain't nobody got me all swept out
You're in my head, in my head by now

Moving
like whine to a grape stain.
My reputation's great, man, I got a great name.
I hate lames, I stay clean, and I break dames.
I like 'em small,