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from Rome
She blowin' my brass like I'm a trombone
Tommy in yo tummy like I'm Al Capone
I got secrets
If I tell you it's deadly
Killing, pussy, stealing,

paces white 

the son of man is the band in my brain 
their brass and their bells burn from black carousels 
im a doll at the ventriloquist's hand 
eyes

color of the paint
Prancer in front of the slay
Ransom if you ever want to see that face again
Run the streets so hard I need to tuck my laces in
All I

Big Strong Man

Carbon Leaf

5 Alive!

2003

a trip to old Japan. 
They brought out the whole brass band. 
He played every instrument they got 
what a lad he played the whole lot. 
The old church

and Blue Jeans- one day imma miss White Tees Blue Jeans
Coffee stains in all my shirts
Missin' soles in both my shoes
Got these stains from doin' work
You

It's a black, it's a black, it's a black
It's a black-man's world
All the pain and hardship for the boys and girls
Ohhh
Let yourself melanate
Let

Admired by all religions
Nomadic fits the description, however
So I got no time to decipher linguistics
Nothing default bruh, I'm universal,

Clad in brass, vision focused
Eyes dart left and right
Lantern flickers like a star
And turns dark into light

Wading through the depths
To find

present. No idea how she got an F
Wrapped in Gucci the way he looking like a Christmas gift
Midnight blues, she was down, they was chasing coin
Always knew

and debris
I couldn’t get in with you because I've shown enough of the naked side of me
Good woman
(Good Woman)
I traded my blue jeans for a tight dress
All

Road [Live]

The Kinks

Lost & Found (1986-89)

1991

and wine

I think of all the friends I've left behind
Whenever it's time to get back out on the road

Started playing blues in a coffee bar
I took

all use something warm for the winter time
Mental waves create the space between my blue notes and my blue point pen
My ballpark clues and my blueprint

The rebirth of bald head slick with King Author
We get attention that championship rings garner
Chicks all in love with the crew they cling harder

blue steel
On black day
Silver clouds when the mac spray
Turn rappers back into clay
My minds a museum filled
With microphone exhibit's
Of rhymes that I

Back by popular demand
I'm the fucking man
Focused now I'm getting the bands
Count it under hand
Fucking up the summer
I'm just
Fucking up the summer

but I want nothing this
society's got, I'm Going Underground, we'll let the brass bands play
and feet start to pound, I'm Going Underground. We'll let

remnants of stars inside every orifice
Bet we blast that energy

I'm a fifty cent vinyl by an Austrian band
I am an overbearing zealot socialized like a man

Swing Street

Barry Manilow

Swing Street

1987

to four and grab my hand say I'll meet you by the band
You and I, we're goin' to Swing Street

Give yourself to the rhythm
And every wrong is forgiven

Poor Johnny, one note

Yelled willy nilly

Until he was blue in the face

For holding one note was his ace

Couldn't hear the brass

Couldn't hear

(Thanks by the way)

I know there's no point to fight
Why can't we all just be friends?
Living day by day
But the next we might forget
(Hmm, that's kind

ma demilade
Drive by scene with an escalade
Your body fresh peppermint
For the cash am all in
Don't try to sly me
Have it all vanity
Send the dove

tucked in my sock
Hoodie low. Brass knuckles in My pocket
Music high
Xanax with my liquor to get by
What I got in my school bag
Pills and a book of rhymes

Rise and shine, rinse off
Where am I? Abandoned
All alone, dumped by a wave
In lands of green, it's so foreign
Walk on tall, for a while
Play it by

and bands married
Lately having racks all in my hands it's sanitary
Young God what that is? Fresh asl'
New Amiri's

Young God how you bummin'?
(How you?)
I'm