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Rubber bands are holding me together
Need the perfect smile for my mother
Look, we've done away with our disease
When I'm dead you'll know me by
Yo, I wonder if Langston Hughes and Alex Haley
Got blazed before they told stories
I'm a get blazed before I tell y'all stories
I saw on t.v
[Intro: Nas]
Yo, I want the Langston Hughes and Alex Haley
Got blazed before they told stories
I'ma get blazed before I tell y'all stories
I saw
Monday caught me early 
Comin' down by surprise 
Waiting for a signal light to change 
Breathing something bitter 
That was burnin' my eyes
Sunday's always holding a promise
Monday's always letting it go
If I could write a sad song every day of the week
I'd be the happiest person I
If you're taking a flight 
At the speed of light
If you're shaking your heads to the band
If you're there in your hordes
But you're not
Kick ass!

If you're taking a flight
At the speed of light
You're shaking your heads to the band
If you're there on your horse
But you're not
Refused demo land
Far away, far away
Where old demos strand
Hey hey

Refused demo land
Far away, far away
Losers holding hands
Hey hey

We
She played the fiddle in an Irish band
But she fell in love with an English man
Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand
Said,
But where did the moon go?

The stars on high
That used to burn
Are standing by
For your return
Until my arms 
Are holding you tight
How blue my
Kick ass!

If you're taking a flight
At the speed of light
You're shaking your heads to the band
If you're there on your horse
But you're not
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin' with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
say goodbye to you, oh

I think you phoney
I was younger with the knowledge of things that I know now
I would be by your side when you needed me
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
How many years have passed me by?
Since I've stopped to take a look at all the changes in my life.
So many friends have come and gone.
But all
Wearing a crinkled coverall
Waiting by the backstage door
We're standing in the rain
You won't let us in
Until it's time for the show to begin
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
a luxury
There are those of little faith it seems
And they beg for truth like charity
And I see them on every street corner
They are holding out one
why
He drips personality

My friend Fats, he's a heck of a Joe
You should watch him go,
Bopping in the band shine
With a bota bag of fried wine
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
y'all why.
He drips personality.

My friend Fats, he's a heck of a Joe.
You should watch him go,
Bopping in the band shine
With a bota bag of fried
fuck how they feel nigga I still miss you 
(i still miss you), I represent it,
For niggas like chamilias, alex, chard, keith, 
And those who ain't
What's that man holding in his hand?
He looks a lot like a guy, I knew way back when
It's silly Willy with Philly Band
Could be, ooh-ee

What's that
one more time
With you by my side, it should be fine
We`ll buy some drugs and watch a band
Then jump in the river holding hands
Married men act totally different
When they by themselves, don't they?
You see them with their wife
"What's up Tony?"
"Hey man, how's everything