Lyrics:
of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone
of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone
Ohio
Fountain Valley (Texas, Barstow)
Bear Mountain, Victorville
Eugene, Oregon, Eureka, California (let it burn, let it burn)
Hesperia (oh, ya let
Ohio
Fountain Valley (Texas, Barstow)
Bear Mountain, Victorville
Eugene, Oregon, Eureka, California (let it burn, let it burn)
Hesperia (oh, ya let
Twenty-seven spanishes
Arriving from the sea
Blades of steel flashing
Cutting down the eagle's tree
Came riding in on mountains
On red
of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be
of iron
Sixteen feet of rockin' boxcar
Spot-welded to her tail
Loaded down with mercantile
Ten bags a' high-grade ore
Two mothers nursin' babies
Seven
the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true
The poets tell how Villa fell
A man of immortal fame
Seven leagues of polished steel
For land and liberty
With skin like iron
To gamble and triumph
I wrote my first rhyme at the age of six
That was 1999
I turned 26, the year 20 one-nine
I've lived in Michigan all my life
I don't know nothin'
the Ocean and inhale the breeze
Maybe take a trip to Ole Stone Mountain
Climb up high in that Georgia Pine Tree
Catch a game down in Alabama
Good Ole Iron
just Freed my Patna Goon,
Lil Dirty back out here Creepin Stone Mountain,
Zone Mountain Been Waiting Patiently,
We all out our Minds on the Mic we go
magic, hocus pocus
Auto focus memory, like the Canon 7D
Sharing heaven with my brethren, laying up with seventy
Persian virgins made for splurging, for
of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be
leaves on the wet ground
Ghost Mountain, Sematary
Ready for the Grave House
Singin' songs of mayhem
Bleed me till I'm pure again
Trees in the night sky
fuck this nigga main, bitch, and make her pussy fart
Dope with LAR, or the 7 series , cause it's push or start
Bro be getting active with that iron like
Jugendclub in Dennaloh, Heinz und Kunz ja sowieso.
Palm & Enke, Neuer Markt, Uniklinik, Herzinfarkt,
Rocky Mountain, Paisley Park, Crush, Dock7, alles Quark!
I've seen the pyramids of Giza & the Taj Mahal
And I've walked from Chichen Itza
To the Cowboy Christmas Ball
I've sailed all 7 seas & 14 continents
the beam, we all soulmates
Tea makin' us so much cream, we bought gold plates
Yo, mountains of haze in the crib of my blades
It gets messy underneath
light to see by
And we wake now, and go now,
Over the mountains
into the heavens
Arms of lcarus －
we're heading out onwards
into the Big Blue
Arms
write songs
I'm just slaying the beast
Wake up every morning like
Cycle on repeat
I slipped off of the mountain and landed flat on my back
After torching
of a cheetah
Hit your pressure points with light skills, I be
The blaster, Iron Palms is elemental
Combinations damagin nations in the mental
Cerebral cortex is
Drag me to hell. I won't resist
'Cause I deserve it. Oh, I insist
If there's a sunset in view, I'll bring the storm clouds
A mountain to climb, I'll
Thunder, Spear and Sacred Iron
Set a course for Man Divine
The Mountain Flame will be your Star to follow
Golden splendor... I am there...
BY THE HAMMER
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