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and fame 
Casey Jones was his name 

From Memphis, Tennessee 
On that Cannonball Express 
By the whining of the whistle 
You could tell him from
The bloody heads of enemies that he had freshly slayed.
They saw the face, the eyes so sullen,
could only be the young CĂșchulain.
Thunder rising, thunder
mane 
The bloody heads of enemies 
That he had freshly slayed 
 
They saw the face 
The eyes so sullen 
Could only be the 
Young CĂș Chullain
[Intro] 
The unauthorized copy. Dedication to my children, my child
Destiny Jones. To my niece and nephews, Suree, Malik, Jabari.
The world is
and kelp]

Once upon a time in the days of yore
When the people lived fresh outta legend and folklore
There was an old pirate who piloted vile slang
Had
Manhattan 
So could you please tell this court what you saw happened 

Yeah he killed Tyrone 
I saw everything, the argument, how son drawed, hose
My nigga Buck 3000 over here, you know, 
My nigga Gotti, the Princess, Momma, what's up baby? ha ha, 
Brooklyn son, what up what up? 
My nigga
a lot, entree
I saw him at the mall wit his sons
I saw him at the movies havin' fun
They say he stands on the roof starrin' at the sun
For hours, all
normal brother, porno lover
She save insurin' by the low and guzzle, what is muscle?
And I'm finessing like I'm Timmy Duncan win you something
When you saw
bitch like Mya
When I saw that ass on the front of that King
Read the article in the magazine, she loved gangsters, loved nasty things
So I'm in the glass
to honey, HIV spreadin'
Everybody bump the same bunnies
The game, will put niggaz in they grave
Right before they part ways, with the street
I want a son
just get it now
Testify, how we made martyrs outta these fathers
And rose up all of his daughters to glorify Him with honor
Man I swear I saw Miss
of fuckin' a R&B bitch like Mya
When I saw that ass on the front of that King
Read the article in the magazine, she loved gangsters, loved nasty things
So
haven for the rester
I feel you breakin' out but it's the path you chose
Fuckin' your foes will have sons breakin' your nose
I see her once or twice now
get along with T Jones, so he rolled jack
I was on Prozac before I was 12
Spent my senior year in high school, sittin' in jail

To no avail, I was
with his hands, he was Rugged Man the original
As children we saw you losing your sanity
Even though we watched you struggle financially
You kept
I'm ready now (What you ready for?)
I'm ready for life in this city
And my wings have grown almost enough to lift me
I'm a dinosaur with Jones Beach
truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.
See there! a son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his
killed by a cop that thought negative
Shot in the back like a victim of Jesse James
Tell them his motherf***ing name!
Phillip Pernell, murdered by
shit she saw on the Food Channel
Wise, the way I analyze
Made a vigil for the mourn, you still couldn't hold a candle
To what I did on wax before ever
bitch like Mya
When I saw that ass on the front of that King
Read the article in the magazine, she loved gangsters, loved nasty things
So I'm in the glass