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Oh go tell the world Paul I'm counting on you
[ steel ]
Three days have gone by Lord and yet I don't see
But here stands my brother a talking with
chance you seen 
another brother more inclined to play the part of Simon
Than the Master Ace who knows the art of rhymin
Like a shark knows the finer
the press-box noise 
Because my great grandfather was Equipoise
Epitaph, Valentine, Paul Revere
I got the horse right here

Just a second, just a second,
Holly 'cause it's Raining In My Heart

Now I know what Paul Simon meant by the words he found:
I wish I was Homeward Bound.
Well
I feel like Buddy
The morning works looks fine.
Besides the Jockey's brother's a friend of mine.
Needs race,
Needs race,
My friend says the horse needs race.
If he says
quite taken in by it all
Till her brother came in the Spring
And he took her back to St. Paul

I don't go down to Jackson
Ain't nothing there but
the press-box noise 
Because my great-grandfather was Equipoise
Epitaph, Valentine, Paul Revere
I got the horse right here

Just a second, just a second,
that he could see the evils of the world
Perchance blindness is but a dark thought overcome by the light
Maybe Judas was the better man and Mary made
brother
Well, he was an extra in Wayne's World 2
My neighbour's baby sitter
Dated three of the guys in Motley Crue
I swear Jack Nicholson
Looked right at me
20 plus years of selling Johnson & Johnson
I started out as a baby face monster
No wonder there's diaper rash on my conscience
My teething ring was
Now I ain't the most honest man that ever worked a skim.
I was caught with my hand in the cookie jar and brother that was it.
Fifty-four and a big
rehearsed
Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst
The brew was in my hand and he was on my tip
His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry and he
new physique
Since the world is mine, I'm a write my name on the clouds
So that ol' yee faithful, can praise it and bow

Now he's an old Mafia don,
rehearsed
Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst
The brew was in my hand and he was on my tip
His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry and he
something encouraging to him. My dad had just put a room onto his house. And my grandfather was a master carpenter and he was inspecting my dad?s work. And he
the mall today - My brother cried and he ran away - They get no respect, aren't served in bars - No matter how many friends they can fit in their cars -
brother, Scrap Lover my other" -> Kane 
"He's the greatest ever!" 

[Repeat: x4]
"Hey hey hey! It's.." [Fat Albert]
".. Mister Cee as we say, my man
got a call from Paul, told me shit wasn't working
Exchange words, I told him tell me that shit in person
He probably told Em, and by the way did he
of my character
Just demassing me in the America
My younger sister, Erika, just adopted a child
My older brother served fifteen, he made it out
Even
and the steak and the potatoes and the plate
Never a dummy, rejections are funny
First years of my life I thought that food stamps were money
So by ten I was
Felix Mitchell made money in 20 g stacks
Moses split the sea, King Tut wore gold
And Jesus, he's the King, so the story is told
But my posse, we keep
the thriller, say y'all sweat
"Ya know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat"
Because you know I'm better than that on my worst day
Taking
rappin
Now i'ma tell em what happened
I filled the mic with explosives, and lit it up
It was too heavy to hold, he couldn't pick it up
Pass the mic,
- that sounded well rehearsed
Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst
The brew was in my hand - and he was on my tip
His voice was
- that sounded well rehearsed
Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst
The brew was in my hand - and he was on my tip
His voice was