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The White Knuckle Express

Fatima Mansions

Viva Dead Ponies

1990

and still air
and the fungus-lined gap between stinking towns

Pork-Eyes got him a brand new hand
He's gonna grasp you
He won't ask you
and he'll tell

and you call them by their first name
Watching the clouds roll by
Bye, bye

Sometimes I can hear this old earth shouting
Through the trees as the wind blows

GIMME SALVATION
Music & Lyrics by: Michael Grant
© Michael Grant Music (ASCAP)
Blood all over your face and you know that
You'll never get out alive

I'm potent, sharp and powerful, somewhat romanticized (I know  I know)
Intense, hardly explainable, born to epitomize (let me tell you something)

I am a weaver, a Carlton weaver
I am a brash and a rovin' blade, yeah
I've got silver, in my pockets
I will follow the roving trade

Whiskey Nancy

know 
I like to refer to it more as just reality rap, you know what I'm sayin'? 
And if you ask me how long is that gonna stay around, that's always

an immense product
We getting in though,
You don't wanna be that used to be when pretty things popping out the window
The fact is I'm not leaving, hardly

mind
Words when I fire them

Wish I was better
So I work for it
World made me bitter
But ain't worked slower
Had to flip the script 
By writing many

the answer to change my own life that I’ve lost in sight
And by that now I’ve chosen to fly

Don’t be afraid, you’ll be the one to embrace it

Never can encase

They're outcasts, misfit's
Cut off from the world because
The world won't have them
Mr ellington, please, you must believe me
I don't say they're

I’m leavin’ home Mama
Don’t be afraid
You knew I’d strike out on my own Mama
On a sunny day
The gate is swingin’ I must roam
Don’t make me turn my

like come again
For me, you, and every generation
Alot of lifes pain merely caused by rules
Rules that were made just to contain who
It’s more than a gut

They say the tables turned
The way me and mine been spinnin'
We ain't even peep difference
Been in the lead so long
We ain't even peep the distance

got some instruments comin board
(take a little break, play some music yeah)
Hey captain, Captain Noah
You let us come aboard, we're singing two by two,

foolish mane
Yeah I'm keeping that peace don't fuck with me hoe
Numbers, delusions, so crucial that you don't survive
By the end of the night
Deep in

S.S. Bathtub

David LaMotte

S.S. Bathtub: Songs for Kids and Their Grownups

I am the Captain of the S.S. Bathtub
I roam wherever I please
I am the Captain of the S.S. Bathtub
Come sail away with me

My friends come visit

(There aint no rapper in my city who can spit fire
One day ill make it to the fuckin' top thats what i admire)

If you think rap aint real imma prove

the trees in
Keep the cold thru any season 
I'm as hot as it gets 
They just wanna follow my steps 
Couldn't stand a life with regrets 
So we live by the jet

Cool shades
Snapbacks
Long braids
Hell yeah I rock that
With Chuck Taylors and a Random t and little Five is where you’ll find me
In Vinnys posted up

and then I flipped him off (Woah)
I said, "Forget you!"
I've got no baby, but I still got these blues
Can't shake these blues
Can't shake these blues
Can't

to your party 
Gonna show up with some bud 
What drugs you got 
Doesn't matter as long as I get fucked up 
Imma stay lit 24/7
Till the doctor tells me

real
Numb it down on the feels
Still the realist
You ever Will...
I brought the heat and
I felt them with chills
Rolled a zip
Need to dip
I'll Be back in

I always wanted to get in the band
To play my music all over the land
At my audition I went overboard
I got excited and I played the wrong chord
I

Sick like a dog Dr ain’t got no medicine 
I made em drop they’re still looking for evidence
Hope that his family remember him 
Death wished upon me by