Lyrics:
Roman Polanski
He'd win an Oscar every time if he was only given the chance
He started on the Broadway stage
A product of another age
An offer
Roman Polanski
He'd win an Oscar every time if he was only given the chance
He started on the Broadway stage
A product of another age
An offer
The name is Eazy Bob Wizzy
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
A yo l go by
love me, said she wanted to hold me
("Yo he ain't shit to me Alvin, I was just into his album
That was some bullshit, I'm sorry, I'm better without him")
a name
He's ready to fight
But not to fuss
Cornelius
He isn't a wuss
He never was
Cornelius
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
to Heaven, I'm gonna fly the starry skies.
And the well known has-been, the well known has-been,
I'll lose the brand on me, yeah.
Today's all I see, today's
you on blast but I saw that man in
Tears, bro you know, and I was thinking like
"He deserve to win Album of the Year"
And this small box that we are
snorting fire, as they ride on, hear their cry
Yippie-I-ay, yippie-I-o
Ghost riders in the sky
As the riders went on by him, he heard one call his
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
Man are gonna pay by card
Cause I know that if it was
One of us, trust me
Lukey would have gone hard
So many wreaths of flowers, I
Look to the sky man,
he saw
plowin through the ragid skies and up a cloudy draw
their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
their horns were black
cows he saw
Plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw
Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns
at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
A-plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw
Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were
Kenny Parker on the
mix!
[Special K]
Yes yes I'm Special K
On New York's Two show on WBDP
This is the brand new one by KRS-One
The parade of souls
Is marching across the sky
Their heat and their light bathed in blue
As they march by
The All Stars play
'When the Saints
cows he saw
Plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw
Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns
winning? Just
So that a nigga in the street
Can give me a fucking dap?
The same niggas that didn't buy
My album any fucking way
That downloaded the shit? Get
looks up instead
Til he finds someone else is by his side
You're my north star in the night sky
Everything's fine when you hold me tight
When I'm so far,
gonna go, Hugo, when Trump gets re-elected?
Grand Master Frump, he ’s mad, too bad, he insists he got robbed
He writes nasty comments in his photo album
the fuckin road up
I am on every channel
I let the 9-5 honda civic slide right by
Middle finger sky high
Spittin-ittin c-c-cyanide
would've sold my soul to make it with this rap shit
Thank God he never let Lucifer close enough to ask
Let me attain it by workin' hard and busting my ass
were up to the thigh
And he rode with a jeweled twinkle
His pistol butts a-twinkle
His rapier hilt a-twinkle
Under the jeweled sky
And over
cows he saw,
A ploughin' thru the ragged skies
And up a cloudy draw.
Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o,
The ghost herd in the sky.
Their brands were still
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