Lyrics:
the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
For a sailor it's always a bother in life
It's so lonesome by night and by day
'Til he launch
out
The music in the air
The grounds were all surrounded by
A band of gallant men
Shoulder to shoulder, no fascist could get in
The music of the people
all the time
I see you in my dreams
Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams
Ah,
an icicle?
At five I was hit by a car ridin my tricycle, a hit and run son
Mad young in the hospital receivin stitches made me vicious
Peeping cretons with
the whirling mathematicians to
calculate the ever changing distance between rock and stardom.
Whereas the velocity of the spinning vinyl, cross-faded, spun
by the name of Gas
These brothers made you get loose
They was down with a brother called Cousin Bruce
They used to jam in the center
You had to pay
But I'm from Florida mang
Where the tree tops swing
And the ocean breeze
Is 24/7
So I rock the beat with flip-flops on my feet
Way past December 11th
So
Inch by inch, steady as a rock
verbal acrobatics come ashore to your dock
Prepare to wire our mics on the stage,
point me the place where those faces
no one beside me, the only place I've ever known
Don't say, "I'm gonna stay this way"
I hit rock bottom with nothing left to give
All love
Hunger for the moment
A longing to live
Endless boundless energy
Not to take but to give
Time goes by, you appreciate
Do it now or it's too
to reach me soon
Smashed my life upon the Rock
Breaking all its locks and chains
Test my work by Holy fire
And let the worthless things be ripped
to the music
I had this hi-dea about rock and roll
And how I think it's similar to the way that hip hop will grow
They thought it was a fad made by African
that we pay, for us
So take with the times
I've keep 'riding these rubs/rocks?
In the hope that I see you back home
And I say that's the price that
[Chorus - 2X]
We posted up! We posted up from the front to the back
We posted up! We posted up blowing blunts by the packs
We posted up! We posted up
the same corporate rock
But now we're sporting punk rock gear.
Who's shocked by tribal tattoos and your pierced ears?
Search for identity -
You put in your
pullin' over
Being trailed by 20 cops
But those suckers can't make us stop
We got a show, we gotta rock
Were not pullin' over
Hear that we just got
Cadillac, horns on the hood
My buddy Frankie had his dad hook him up good
Girls smile when we roll by
They hop in the back, and we cruise to the river side
down
dust off these dusty roads
crank that cowboy rock n roll,
time to rip it up, saddle up, put a little giddy-up
in this one horse town
them 4 by's
Conductor
Real shit god, you niggas garbage, do better
Rock a Rhude sweater
Keep a few hoes like Hugh Hefner
Hold a huge Heckler
Let off two if it's
out
It's hype that will get you life
Same man adding fuel to the flame
They ain't ever came, or sent no kites
It was me at night
By myself and some
Barrington Levy:
Unoheal, Unoheal (Rock a bet)
Murderer (4x)
Rakim:
Who want low boats of keys from overseas
Then put it in the streets
and Flavor Unit in effect
It's Queen Latifah with the RE posse
Flavor Unit sound
Broken down by the Boogie Down (Productions)
Slip and slide to a Sly & Robbie
Have you ever had yo pussy ate
(ate) by a mouth full of diamonds (yeah)
Ima make ya toes curl till ya eyes roll back
While yo body slow whinin'
There was a rock, there was a rock, down by the river's end
Its where all the evenings them two would spend
They went got espoused, they were young
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