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Parapliers the willow dipped
Rolled roots gnarled like rakers
This hollow hole don't hold no jokers or fakers
Don't fall by no jokers or fakers
, and you might win

Oh, the horses they were all brought out with saddle, whip and bridle
The gentlemen did shout when they saw the gallant riders
And some
and I need ya now
To fill this emptiness in my soul,
Boy if you were here id never let go no way no how,
Hey sugar, (ew)
I know if we could get back
Mountain

On a summer day
In the month of May
A burly bum came ahiking
Down a shady lane
Through the sugar cane
He was looking for his liking
As he
boys on a 24 track, they like that
Ah the hand clap followed by the mic check
No time for dinner, five's out on the night shift
Shady eyes in
Not everyone in New York would pay to see Andrew Lloyd Webber
May his trousers fall down as he bows to the queen and the crown
I don't know what
Get in the pick-up truck, we're goin for a ride
Come one man, it's a downhill slide
Remember the dead boys
Crawl in the back, we're goin' downtown
boys on a 24 track, they like that
Ah the hand clap followed by the mic check
No time for dinner, five's out on the night shift
Shady eyes in
stitch by stitch.
The house is old and it's falling down,
But it's falling slow so we're safe and sound, my love. 
The biggest liar in town blows a kiss
One evening as the sun went down
And the jungle fires were burning,
Down the track came a hobo hiking,
And he said, "Boys, I'm not turning
I'm headed
One evening as the sun went down
And the jungle fires were burning,
Down the track came a hobo hiking,
And he said, "Boys, I'm not turning
I'm headed
when poof he'd carry on the set
Set eyes born in and out some flyers, he was doin' some talent shows
At center line, I had told him to stop by
when poof he'd carry on the set
Set eyes born in and out some flyers, he was doin' some talent shows
At center line, I had told him to stop by
him
and watched his back
That's the only way
To roll on  the track
But yo,
Mitch got rushed by feds last week
The snatchbared the runk
Of his white
when poof he'd carry on the set
Set eyes born in and out some flyers, he was doin' some talent shows
At center line, I had told him to stop by
And all respect due to the regiments of the steel
Assemble!

Word, this is goin out to some hip-hop greats, yaknowhatI'msayin
Rakim and.. Chuck D

[Chubb
ride 'round
Fuck a four boy, I got a five pound
Chief Keef with the sweep, shit get deeper
Track like Chi-Town
Nine shots, ten shots, we can get down
town boy bein' used like a toy
And livin' on a day to day"

But you must believe that when I walk down the tracks
All those young girls fall back
a small town boy bein' used like a toy
And livin' on a day to day

But you must believe that when I walk down the tracks
All those young girls fall back
spent
Where the--went
Most of their time out of mind
Hatin my mess age rhymes
Can't truss it, shut em down call it whatcha wanna
But they made a day fit
If you were truly mine
What our lives would be like makes me wonder
Don't you wonder

Girl I gotta let you know what's goin' on in my head
Cause
Oh, the years went by like the sun goin' down
slowly turn the page
And when Joe looked back at the sweat upon his tracks
He had nothing to show but
apologize to your daddy
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy

Youknowmsayin?
Just a O.G. type brother
I want you to break it down
And tell em about the days
know it feels good throwin' bones and such
So let me burn this track so I can light your blunts
East Coast, West Coast, we mash up
Down south,
there's war, you gots to know
Them boys got toys, tear down the front do'
Detroit make noise everywhere that we go
There they go, there they go

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