Lyrics:
jones yearning kind of spell
Hypnotized mesmerized by the unknown you possess in the air yeah
Subconsciously dreaming sneak peaking the pre-life of us
Reptilian oil
Top of drawer set to kill
One-hundred-fifty pesos
Ain't enough to pay these bills
Liberate the Spanish prisoner
The clock's
like a submarine
Hip-Hop fiends, like a Jones, for nicotine
Of tobacco so I can't slack yo
Got the knack though, bring it live and that's a fact yo
Adul-Jabbar, the Black Panther Party, James Earl Jones
The FOIs, nucka, Howard E. Rollins, sister Naomi, yeah, nuff respect!
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
Frank Zappa (guitar, dialog)
Mark Volman (lead vocals, dialog)
Howard Kaylan (lead vocals, dialog)
Ian Underwood (woodwinds, keyboards, vocals)
[Intro/Chorus fading in and out in background]
Ok, ok, (heeeyyyy) yeah
We back in this bitch (Lovely Daze like this...)
Jim Jones nigga (you
Carl Sanzini will now join in on
The second verse of "Concentration Moon"!
Howard: Why don't you?
Concentration Moon
Over the camp in the valley (OH
the ones on the grind and front line they got called by po nine
And now they prisoners of war
They fight for appeal or a bill or a ball
Cause they slipped
In for the kill,
Gonna take it by the reins.
I'd be insane to miss my chance again.
In for the kill, won't stop until,
Take no prisoners, in for
DEAD BOY HALL OF FAME
(Written by: Robert Weingartz Dr. T. Roberts The Broken Poem BMI December 2020)
And
(Kacy Jones Asphalt Jones
and the blood
I sweat even when I ain’t tryin
My niggas Dey call me da plug
So I just keep whipping dat fire
I whippin dat trick sent Terrance to Howard My
The Armada was sighted from St Michaels Mount
Then out of Plymouth the English ships sailed out
Commanded by Lord Howard and Sir Francis Drake
hand
Down the Rhine, they meant to have a picnic
'Til Jones said, "I must decline
You boys have been advised by me
Stay away from Germany
What's the good
Adul-Jabbar, the Black Panther Party, James Earl Jones
The FOIs, nucka, Howard E. Rollins, sister Naomi, yeah, nuff respect!
Stayin in my zone
Kanye watch the throne
Falcons lead got blown
Don't blame julio jones
The score was 28 to 3
Brady said count on me
Then he led his team
sourdough
Growing up I never fit in
Chilling in the outer zone
Things been only getting better
Feeling like I'm Howard Jones
I gotta shine each time I
Step up
about a river runnin' thicker than water
And it's about blood
Once upon a time in America
Workin' man knew where he stood
Nowadays just gettin' by
Howard. Pussy, look at me smile
.45 by my gut
Nigga, that's just how I do thangs
Got some killas in the cut
Throwin' Bs, like they Wu-Tang
My Crip niggas
rophynol chcą wskazać mi światło Santiago
Davy Jones nieśmiertelni piraci przy kryci ciemnią morskich fal
Stawiają na mnie krzyk jak przystało na prawdziwy
Ok, ok (heeeyyyy) yeah
We back in this bitch (Lovely Daze like this)
Jim Jones nigga
(you know) , Capo Status (COOFIE SMACKA)
Aka Jim Caso (lovely
Covered up by pillows
Oh no
I'm lookin' for them trizicks
Tryin' to put a group up in they clizick
I'm comin' up quick
I'm takin' no shots bustin'
I tell your bitch, "Grab my dick! Ha! Now masturbate it!"
Don't catch feelings man
How she not feelin' Cam?
And look her by the waist feelin' like
Albert of Monaco at the soirée
Damn!
Jehst:
I wanna parlay man, yeah you know those cats
that rock black suits and bowler hats
Playing Jack Jones tracks
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