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Stray Cat Strut

Unlinked Artist

My Purr-Fect Kitty

2005

Oooooooh
Black and orange stray cat sittin' on a fence
Ain't got enough dough to pay the rent
I'm flat broke but I don't care
I strut right by

phones, told em, Stay Golden Pony I'm turnin' MacBooks in,
I met habibi by a coney, I got a Million on my mind, I know what
I want for Christmas,
I ain't

scars behind, potential lost
Killed my old self, changed my past point of view
Singing nah, I walk by the truth

Ugh ugh
Rocky in his prime
Temptations

Going down to Natchez
To find my little woman
Crossing old man river
Cross the river wide

There I find my baby
Oh she drives me crazy
Got your

the end of it
Talk to the clique with some elegance
I had to boss up the old man was perishing
If I touch I do it with diligence
I can't take the glory

glued to the wall
I only need her blue eyes to spot mine
I'm bored of standing by while you chat up other guys
Got me fucked up staring at you cross

glued to the wall
I only need her blue eyes to spot mine
I'm bored of standing by while you chat up other guys
Got me fucked up staring at you cross

disorientated but vision clear, I am a joke, a belated epiphany to me , this is it   Kismet, full circle cross the line theta to teth, ouroboros in a celtic knot,

to steam
keep winding, tearing through the limestone
further, further downstream

we were winding some blue country road in the south appalachia
you were

You are not holy, just a man in a suit
Deep blue eyes call me, your siren song hurts my ears
But I'll listen, I'll dictate it just for you
Hmm
You

to steam
keep winding, tearing through the limestone
further, further downstream

we were winding some blue country road in the south appalachia
you were

crack a seal,
My money all blue and I put the C in crazy nigga,
Had to drop the homie he was acting slim shady nigga, 
Got to wear a rubber you won’t ever

Driving home on a warm summer night 
Life so sweet, your girls by your side 
Every black man knows it can turn on a dime 
Mind your own business, is

We met on The Avenue
By the trail of shops on a hillside view.
There was nothing but chemistry
As the city watched in a Rothko blue

London was

the tracks, bass line slaps
That lonely jazz tune left a Valentine entranced
Call him Last BeNeVoLeNcE, codename: Blue Heart
He set the mind ablaze with

country ranches they sure are mighty fine
But I'll take my Sooner State patch of heaven any old time
No fancy boots or ten-gallon hat just overalls

I still find my way to shore,
In this ocean blue

I know you feel it, I know you feel it, know you feel it, 'Cause I can see it now
And now I'm back

for this
Play my part, but what's my role in this?
I’m not built for this, all the guilt of this
And I don’t think I can deal with this
I'm too old for

Let the new and the old school connect
Respect is universal when great minds collide
Under well arrange planet and stars
I damage ya car
And play

To die to buy the newest drop they outsourced 
To make for less than a dollar and sell for a bill
Blue noted like madlib
Resurrected indentations of old

casually evolve into the visage of a serpent

Left home and acquired a slow twitch
From working all night by the light of an old fridge
Might be the lone

Think Back and Lie of England

Skyclad

Folkemon

2001

(It's a load of old John Bull)
Cruel Britannia ruled the waves, Empire
oiled by toiling slaves. White flag stained
St.George Cross red, and blues

Saint You

Constantines

Constantines

2001

Hoping that my hook scraped your tooth
In a city that was hung by that old devil moon
I scaled a steet called St. You
Baby bled on all my keys
She set

Night Vision

Swollen Members

Dagger Mouth

2011

bringing back the old school
True school, fans know my plan, it is foolproof
My life will be a documentary
Don't pop oxys, shit'll rock your memory