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It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time
When you don't got a plan, it's jiggaboo time
It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time
When you runnin' from the man

planet for the vegetation which gives Mars
it's red appearance had taken root on Earth
As man had succumbed to the Martians
So our land now succumbed

How Have the Mighty Fallen?

Sabbat

Dreamweavers (Reflections of Our Yesterdays)

1989

gaping jaws it beckons me,
I cast my worldly flesh aside and
Plunge into eternity.

Once light hearted I departed -
On my quest hope courted me,
Now

Spin doctors are witch doctors, who cast political incantations
Which of their spells have you fallen for?
Political Spin doctors cast their world

manifold entreaties, many a tear,
Many a sad kiss by day and night renew'd
(Sure that all evil would come out of it)
Besought him, supplicating, if he cared

I ain't got time for no women
Only got time for the dividends
Tryna make it big off the pad and pen
No I cannot be an average man
Tryna live my life

and start moving
Give more and more contribution
Peace and love is the only solution
Too many negative people these days
And others stand by and say it's just

buys into this bible jam/ and he's guided by a man up in the sky who can/ only commune with those in tune to movement in his higher plan/ And that ain't

over truth, but which version?

It's a call to the arms
Where pride and power's in palms
We burnt the book, left you shook and reinvented the psalms
We

over truth, but which version?

It's a call to the arms
Where pride and power's in palms
We burnt the book, left you shook and reinvented the psalms
We

I find myself staring at it when I reminisce
New women notice & question will I go commit
They want a completed man not one they need to fix
I’ve been

familiar by now... let this be your formal introduction
to the Bad Man's manifesto. Music reach around the world and fight against 
opression
Nice up

the soul of a man, what price the soul of a man

a stranger who was passing by
on hearing what was said
he cast his eyes up to the skies
his arms aloft,

Dear Mr. President

Paris

Hard Truth Soldiers, Vol. 1

2006

Dear Mr. President
The world has gone astray
Brothers are dying
They won't live to see today
Was it all worth it
You had to lie to get your way

got paralyzed with all indecision
And almost believed it is impossible mission
Had cast myself into self-made prison
Thinking day and night so what’s

Hova Hova
Pizzy come through on a Landrover
Everything we do dat ah cast over
Girls ah say we be real cassanova
Times get hard
Hustling through man

and feel your self increase
Because later you gonna need it
Go be 5d like genius
Check that history reread it
Man they was assassin creeding

All they told

The Widdershins Jig

Skyclad

Wayward Sons of Mother Earth

1991

flower--blighted by a wayward youth,
Has cast its seed on well-worn pathways--borne on winds of whispered truth.

We march to drums of our own choosing--each

it cause of power or the stress that they devour?
Man, I don't know
I just try to hide it though
Cause if I think about it too much
I'm kinda scared

How Can U Sleep

The Game

I'm Brain

2017

floppin'
New shit looking like it's knocking
Rap game, not a game, well I ain't broke so it's cast off
Really I been keepin' shit a hunnid like the Cubbie

the world alone
But what I can do is I can get up every single day
Pick up my stone and cast it out upon the waters and cause many ripples

Ever since I heard

over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,

over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,

the bomb!
So funky it stank like your sweaty mama's under arms
Everybody remain calm, the world's in the palm of my hand
A renaissance man with a new age plan