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(also covered in a *great* version by Joe Cocker
with Leon Russell and the Shelter People)

Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane,
I ain't got time
When it's midnight on the meadow
And the cats are in the shed
And the river tells a story
At the window by my bed
If you listen very closely
Be
rotten
Oh, by Joe still picken cotton
For your ribbons and bows
Everybody knows

Everybody Knows
Everybody Knows
That's how it goes
Everybody Knows
and citizens live in space
I chuckle just like all of y'all, absurdity, after all
Takes money to get it running and money for trees to fall
Imagine for
[Ving Rhames]
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"
Destiny's are crooks
They only want the richer fold it 
can't add up to the space
that's accumulated 
By live it all these months and days
And waste
Diamond
and she pay for the trees
-Understand what I'm sayin', nigga you feel me?
-Ya'll Captain Kirk ass niggaz ain't gonna survive
In this 97 space age hustle
(so
Time"

"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot." 

"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun..
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into
the get-a-long game would come through and make amends, 
And by the end of the week they were all super friends. 
G I Joe would get all riled up again, 
Guns
The dramatic achievements in space which have occurred in recent weeks
Should have made clear to us all
As did Sputnik in 1957
The impact of this
silence there he waited for
Time and space to intervene

The passageway was narrow
There was blackness in the air
He saw every kind of sorrow
Heard voices
friend, chump, 'cause here comes Das EFX

A-higgedy-hoy there matey, I giggedy-gots to flow
My Saturday nights are live-er than Joe Piscopo
So yo,
Lloyd, my nigga Caddy, my nigga C. Gotti, 
My nigga Young Merc, my nigga Blackchild (Exodus), 
My nigga Cool Joe, this is a new beginning, 
You know, I
this urban drama
Every day our sons and daughters are led to the slaughter
Indoctrinated by a complacent social order

Decapitated they’re trying
is like BOOOP
You can't touch the Krush Groove
I live by the lunch table
Touched fables
Ducked labels
Lookout for the one he'd abide with the terrible
Catch you with the cross bow
Right through your torso
What you said (nuttin') thought so
Pass by your crib riding a horse slow
Just checkin' out
on tape
Accompanied by Shawn j. with the bid on bait
Put the grid on plate, on the ear or tray
Hot damn it captain Kirk and the Klingons say
You can't
we love we’d all be Joe Paterno
Reporting live from the city where they gun tote
Sober in the sauna full of blunt smoke
Y’all concerned with Drake
than giraffe necks
Poverty will make your ass bet on words
Touch niggaz in jail make them wanna finish their last set
They say you live by the gun
the best
So tiggedy-tell your friend, chump, 'cause here comes das efx

A-higgedy-hoy there matey, I giggedy-gots to flow
My Saturday nights are live
Of Gab):
As I walk through the jungle with a knife on my ankle
Taking lives, skip will shank you lyrically
Apparently niggas want to sleep still
Keep
the best
So tiggedy-tell your friend, chump, 'cause here comes das efx

A-higgedy-hoy there matey, I giggedy-gots to flow
My Saturday nights are live
featuring J Treds 



[announcer] 

Mr. Len  a.k.a. Space Ghost  please commence intro 

Company Flow  perform  J Treds  prepare 

El P