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Albums:

3 Blind Mice, Vol. 1 (Art Blakey) · 3 Blind Mice, Vol. 1 (Art Blakey) · Three Blind Mice, Vol. 2 (Art Blakey) · The Famous Sound of Three Blind Mice, Vol. 3 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Three Blind Mice, Vol. 2 (Art Blakey) · Three Blind Mice [Japan Import] (Art Blakey) · Blind Leading the Blind (Trivium) · Cats and Mice (Kristin Hersh) · When the Cat Returns, the Mice Are Fucked (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Of Mice & Men (Of Mice & Men) – and 90 other albums »


[Shock-G]
Three grinding mice
Trying to make a life called three strikes
The rat got three to five, two got life
Those Three Blind Mice

[Humpty-Hump]
Now,
the princess by my side
The Duke and the Duchess was there to meet me with a smile

Alice was there in a Wonderland
Staring far away
The three blind mice
the princess by my side
The Duke and the Duchess was there to meet me with a smile

Alice was there in a Wonderland
Staring far away
The three blind mice
mice
My blind mice

I am the lord with a plastic hand
Where are the slaves that I command
Where are the knights that were trembling at my words
the princess by my side
The Duke and the Duchess was there to meet me with a smile

Alice was there in a Wonderland
Staring far away
The three blind mice
the princess by my side
The Duke and the Duchess was there to meet me with a smile

Alice was there in a Wonderland
Staring far away
The three blind mice
precise, had you blind like three mice
Me shise, must of had me mistaken for the wrong stick

That kids cut short, I'm the one with the long cord
Nice Nice Nice 

Kick 'em in the grill Pete! 
Verse One: Pete Nice 
Gas, past tense, made facially 
3rd Bass'll express, KMD 
Three blind mice
direct from my imagination!

Three blind mice!

Watch your step, girls!

Three blind mice! See how they run.

You gotta turn up the heat, you gotta
the blind man's eye
In the land of peace
Where the righteous cry, oh-oh, oh oh oh
So high, most high, so high

[Chorus:]
Where are the words of the king
owns the people's homes
and all the surrounding land
Buying and selling their humble dwelling
in the name of the Master Plan

'cause paper money is like
that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
Before you get to me
The bitch, and she a G
the front door
We better go through the back
See, that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
down, airing out the ride
got a loaded 45 inside
that keep for protection when I'm riding by
My Smith and Wesson got a scope too
and I may have caught
slaughter solo emcees, they paper-thin
In they polo, nautica, or dk men

Amen! it's funny how significance make a difference
Notice parables of three in
went from cheddar to cheese from powder to cooked rocks 
From the ghetto to the lakes 
(to the lakes 3rd ward, Caliope) 
Slangin' thangs in the hood
serve me? Come on, really
Till I can't breathe, yo, I'ma be with it
When I hear three words, you got it, I get it
My style is wild but strong and you're
serve me? Come on, really
Till I can't breathe, yo, I'ma be with it
When I hear three words, you got it, I get it
My style is wild but strong and you're
of her lover
And then chews on the stump
Black widow spiders kill their boyfriends
Every time they hump
I'm not talking 'bout the blind sacrifice
serve me? Come on, really
Till I can't breathe, yo, I'ma be with it
When I hear three words, you got it, I get it
My style is wild but strong and you're
You see it dominate the six o'clock news
It's on the cover of your magazines
The television is a horror show
The paper reads like something by
scape up skin to blend in
Rats travel by night invite the waterbugs
I'm here to pull the three-prong
When it's prime directive wormhole
A new method time after time 
Write a rhyme quick when I pull out my Bic pen 
Stick to an idea, the soundproof slick then 
Put it on paper cause I make
time waits for no man
On a blind date, a love with a slow chrome hand
Judged him by his shoes, hot smelly Brogan
Budged him with the news, called him
Blind justice, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it, and the
Judge wasn't going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
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