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of sound High five! More dead than alive Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills High five! More dead than alive Rocking the plastic like
soon With my demons, gang gang too much kills, (too much kills) I’m sick of world, she got catskills aye I’m feeling demons in my head I’m feelin guns
the heat in the Hamptons With my baby by my side And I want to climb up a mountain See the Gilboa skies Find peace in the Catskills Catching a New York
at stake She came down from the mountain Blue Catskill sky above She came down from the mountain She came down from the mountain looking for love Getting
Catskill that made things a little hazy He was sweet, but he was sloppy and I wrote him off a while now, But he creeps into my brain every time it starts
Eating honey from the Catskills And I thought about you Haven't been in that neck of the woods Guess I'm long overdue Getting hard to leave
tannin for hides For the tannery on Pocono Creek Smokey Joe…they know my name From the Catskill Mountain up to Lake Champlain My invitation must be lost
A 46 mile run down the mountains To the Hudson, at Dutchman's Landing Catskill Creek sleeps by orange hawkweed Its bed a wreath of mountain laurel
They say my flows hit harder than the six drill It's been a long night I need me some Advil I'm on the road now rolling through the catskills I'm
Hedges drink the rain Coffee clogs the drain The lightning blows The dreamy Catskill flows I have a wife And a new baby And a new house at the end
Killing yourself to live Just another day alone Fighting the hard roads Pushing the heavy stone.... Up Slide Mountain Down Catskill Creek In
the fog that rolls Off the catskill mountains At the break of a brand new day But apple cider and pumpkins Strawberries and corn Make the people
the fire With my love right here beside me We got time to kill, Catskill Sweet by and by We got all our love, the sky above The twinkle in your eye
the fire With my love right here beside me We got time to kill, Catskill Sweet by and by We got all our love, the sky above The twinkle in your eye
The Catskill ladies sing this song Hoo-hah, Hoo-hah, Sitting on the front porch playing Mah-Jongg All hoo-hah day Oh I'm Melvin Rose of Texas And my
upon my nightstand I'm a lowlife Ain't never hung out in the Catskills But I've been to jail in Nashville I'm a lowlife I've got a dirty mind, a gutter
the white man Keep cocaine upon my nightstand I'm a lowlife Ain't never hung out in the Catskills But I've been to jail in Nashville I'm a lowlife I've got
or get something, 'cause your going to want to Lamp, after you hear from me The Tip from Quest my DJ's Ali Say it from the Catskills, to the Soho Listen
DJ's Ali Say it from the Catskills, to the Soho Listen to the words they say on the Promo To the bewildered Let it be said I'll mix you up more
Walking four corners of God's country Group calisthenics in morning fog Catskill views, cats still yawning Few hundred miles from hot garbage and smog
"Ladies and gentleman in this corner The champion of champions From Catskill, New York iron Mike Tyson" And in the other corner the lyrical champion
a price on my head At first I can't sweat it but my little man got hit We had a lotta thrills but now he's buried in the Catskills Rumor has it, that
on the hush-hush Don't touch or feel, it's real, showin mad skills Hotter than heat, yet colder than the Catskills Don't play the yard, fake Gods ain't got nuttin
flip, then be out on the hush-hush Don't touch or feel, it's real, showin mad skills Hotter than heat, yet colder than the Catskills Don't play the yard,
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