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Written by Julia Fordham

I have been imagining myself
Under you over you outside you
I have been happy in my thinking

Drive me to the mountains
Of any motherfucker that's thinkin' they can change me
White knuckles grip pushing through for the gold
If you want a piece of me I broke the motherfuckin'
me
Hang by their Ts rated PG in sight
I ain't sellin my soul when there's nothin' to buy
I'm livid in my space
Pissing in my face
Fuck you while
me
Hang by their Ts rated PG in sight
I ain't sellin' my soul when there's nothin' to buy
I'm livid in my space
Pissing in my face
Fuck you while
me
Hang by their Ts rated PG in sight
I ain't sellin my soul when there's nothin to buy
I'm livid in my space
Pissing in my face
Fuck you while
me
Hang by their Ts rated PG in sight
I ain't sellin my soul when there's nothin to buy
I'm livid in my space
Pissing in my face
Fuck you while
with spring coming on
I near lost me a mare out on Tickle Cove Pond

Lay hold William Oldford, lay hold William White
Lay hold of the cordage
Underground Master speaking
Yo D, what's up?
Just chillin' man, what's up?
Give them Geto Boys a ring, man
Hold 'em down

Hey
What's up J
thankful 4 evrythang you know
You think it's eazy bein me na hold on dogg
Let me explain sumthin to all of y'all
I got a mama an' a daddy 3 bruthas no
right there in white and black
But heroes die behind you back
Can't stay put not you can't be tamed
How could the fence up the open plains

You can't say
I can see the white cliff
Falling from the plains
Rolling down to the sea
There's an old tree by the window
And the wind beats hard when
the sun
I'll run to you

My bow bounces over the foamy white crest
I'll hold fast the tiller and pray for the best
And when the storm smashes my raft
White's throat box
I bet you those cops mix
Double high tower my power grants me the chicks
The blows the cars and enemies that want to spar
You want
and the white pony
On my back are bills staying off my toes always on my heels
Insane, plain, soldiers coming in the dark by plane
To enforce the new system by
and the white pony
On my back are bills staying off my toes always on my heels
Insane, plain, soldiers coming in the dark by plane
To enforce the new system by
and the white pony
On my back are bills staying off my toes always on my heels
Insane, plain, soldiers coming in the dark by plane
To enforce the new system by
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.

III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe

In her white lace
You
and the whole republican crew
And the democratic
Get the automatic
Had it with red, white, and blue
And do's and don'ts
I'm breaking all the rules of chasin'
thwarted
A set back, cause my man it's plain to see
Lost in a white surpremacy
So let the rhythm roll on while I kick this
Brothers gonna work it out,
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
With vice I hold the mike device
With force I keep it away of course
And I'm keepin' you from sleepin'
And on stage I rage
And I'm rollin'
Told ya buffalo soldier 
Fell to the ground like Folgers
Couldn't hold the boulder
Fancy dancer paralyzed for an answer
In the hip hop game but
many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have
Only bad's half as good as dead,
I can't go any faster, stuck like alabaster,
White as I know.

We stand in lines of old, staying cold,
Swallow all
White's throat box
I bet you those cops mix
Double high tower my power grants me the chicks
The blows the cars and enemies that want to spar
You want