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Word to Phife, we're gonna bring it to the overlord
Drinkin' Cisco chilling with the gold microphone cords
And we grip our balls every time we stuntin'

say fuck the screens
I wan live by my own means
I want smoke wit' the fiends
No one should own the green
No one should own the land
Put a price on our

Chorus: 
Pour Up 
Time to celebrate 
For this life we live
Pour Up (Pour Up)
Getting to this fortune
Man 
Its looking like a gold rush (Gold Rush)

some holding the lines
We live in the best and the worst of our times
Fanatics abound with a threat to our lives
With only compassion for their children

we think
Our souls are evolving
With every problem we solve
Work together to tell them goodbye

But we're running
Running out of time friends, look

Basing my life on "Oh well"
Making my mind up, second-guessing
Missing our chance to raise hell
Wasting my time on no intention
Basing my life on "Oh well"

tryn' date
Making sex tapes till it sounds like the bed breaks
I give you whatchu need and I can tell by the leg shakes
We sneak off from our friends, who

Seem like only yesterday
We were young and wild and always on our way
Now we know that time flash by
Still all of our memories keep us warm inside

Riding bikes and skateboards in world we thought we ran
Everything was ours and our skin was young and stupid
Spent all our times outside because we didn't

sorry
Have another go

I know a bloke who's a baker
He goes by the name of Paul

Nah mate, just listen to me
Geoff's, ok?

I know a bloke named Geoff

Tan Leather

Action Bronson

Blue Chips

2012

loincloth, never fall off
Mr. Wonderful, Paul Orndorff
Leather jacket, knee length
Peace to people gettin' money in the 80's with the freebase
First time

to romanticize 
we can take a u-haul to a park by Brooklyn Bridge and sit & waste our lives
just to end up disappointing each-other, by the time you left it was

Tobe's Got a Drinking Problem

Street Dogs

Fading American Dream

2006

We were always drunken roustabouts
Had our ups, downs, and near throwdowns
You were the center of attention
That mayor of party town
But that

us above a watery grave
So exposed by the raging sea
Only death may set us free.
Fear for our lives once more
Singing like our mothers did before
May

friends that stand by my side
They help me navigate this wicked ride
We could stand for this together
And activate our philosophies

So hold fast and hold

back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't

feet
Money flows free from the sky to those who come along
Some way, somehow, we will prevail, but now

How can we regain our freedom
Lost by our

feet
Money flows free from the sky to those who come along
Some way, somehow, we will prevail, but now

How can we regain our freedom
Lost by our

and the rams
Live by the sword so I die for the fam
Trust in the Lord I rely on his hand
Words hurt but they don't stick to the soul
Let the word work when I

Willie and Laura Mae Jones

Dusty Springfield

Anthology

1997

Willie and Laura Mae Jones were our neighbors a long time back
They lived right down the road from us in a shack, just like our shack
The people

Willie and Laura Mae Jones

Dusty Springfield

Dusty in Memphis

1969

Willie and Laura Mae Jones were our neighbors a long time back
They lived right down the road from us in a shack, just like our shack
The people

our brothers that are stuck in jail?
That couldn't bust a bell, they held a bird and gotta live with it
Black is bein' guilty until proven that you're

life[01:47.45]The conflict of the two, can cause too much strife[01:50.30]Time flies by leaving me wondering why[01:53.09]Our minds hang back while our bodies do

or break, it’s time to stand
We can’t stand by and loose our land
Let’s destroy these twisted schemes
Now’s the time, take back our dreams

Stand your ground,