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whores, stop doin floors
So bitch you can fight your own wars
So if you see a man in red white and blue
Gettin chased by the lench mob crew
It's a man
Every river searches for the sea
Every life runs it's own destiny
Canyons white and wild stretches calm and mild
Cutting through the stones
the goddess from the fourth floor
With her coffee and crisps, sex for a laugh
We get letters from Tucson 200,000 years ago, oooh
Yeah, yeah, here she comes
the year you live in, see
Cause if I pull out some heat, nigga, you'll go kick in
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the ol' school
When it's
dinner rolls
Wild freaks, that centrefold
Hundred on my shine
You don't like it fine
Got ya bitch tip-toeing like Gregory Hines
Cashing out with that nina
eight hoes
Nine piece that's dinner rolls
Wild freaks, that centrefold
Hundred on my shine
You don't like it fine
Got ya bitch tip-toeing like
dinner rolls
Wild freaks, that centrefold
Hundred on my shine
You don't like it fine
Got ya bitch tip-toeing like Gregory Hines
Cashing out with that nina
of the U.S.A.

Over 200 years ago they shook off the chains of tyranny from Great Britain By divine call
Citing 27 biblical violations they wrote
and stealing my fathers quarters dimes and nickels

I discovered religion watching Luke skywalker rescue princess Layia 
And destroying the death star by
was dressed by vesps
Woven in the leather wind
She grew up int the country
You could see it in her innocent grin

Run preciosa, run for love
eight hoes
Nine piece that's dinner rolls
Wild freaks, that centrefold
Hundred on my shine
You don't like it fine
Got ya bitch tip-toeing like
eight hoes
Nine piece that's dinner rolls
Wild freaks, that centrefold
Hundred on my shine
You don't like it fine
Got ya bitch tip-toeing like
dinner rolls
Wild freaks, that centrefold
Hundred on my shine
You don't like it fine
Got ya bitch tip-toeing like Gregory Hines
Cashing out with that nina
crack 200 grams
I pump a G-pack, peeping for where the D's at
It's slow, looking for Rambo, the cop who got grazed
Back in the days, chasing niggas
thing called

Music to make to your old lady by
Barry white used to work
Shoot, even Abba used to work the way i was doin' my thing
But man, you put
Heed the killer of hearts 
Face the angel in black where the desert starts 
Hear her ravenous tune 
A call to the wild in the white light of the moon
wish she had a fucking abortion

Verse 2 (Kane)

I roll with No Limit cut throats trying to stack see-Notes
Wearing green and white Nauticas and Mecca
consciousness ov body
Volcano ov emotions am I
Ye ring ov Saturn
Two thousand years am I and more

By ye four powers ov Sphinx
Ye book ov albion open'd
And four
trains
Of the wild white horses

And at night the owl
Streaks the field and howls
She seizes a kitten
Stops wind aghast to hear them shudder
By Robin Williamson

Robin Williamson: Chanter, bironne, chinese flute, jew's harp, bazooki, gong and vocal.

In the third part of the year
When men
it's crack 200 grams

I pump a G-pack, peeping for where the D's at
It's slow, lookin for Rambo, the cop who got grazed
Back in the days, chasin
on white
Put the love and love
I'm blunted up, blastin' inside the strip club
Shorty wop, fifteen year old, all she needed was love
And mo' dough so she
was claimed by the white man
and my people had to flee
My people had to flee

In the Bear Paw Mountains
just miles from freedom's hand
We sold our
by John Williamson


Where ancient mountains are whittled down

Millions of years to a little mound

Where giant feet are fossil found

I see
And ye consciousness ov body
Volcano ov emotions am I
Ye ring ov saturn -
Two thousand years am I and more

By ye four powers ov sphinx
Ye book ov