Lyrics:
know just who you meet, maybe someone out of your wildest fantasies, yeah
Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky
MORTICIAN : Eric Idle
CUSTOMER : John Cleese
DEAD PERSON : ???
DENNIS : Michael Palin
WOMAN : Terry Jones
BLACK KNIGHT : John Cleese (?)
VILLAGER #1 :
tricks for the dudes in the big city
Island girl
What you wanting with the white man's world?
Island girl
Black boy want you in his island world
tricks for the dudes in the big city
Island girl
What you wanting with the white man's world?
Island girl
Black boy want you in his island world
tricks for the dudes in the big city
Island girl
What you wanting with the white man's world?
Island girl
Black boy want you in his island world
He want
tricks for the dudes in the big city
Island girl
What you wanting with the white man's world?
Island girl
Black boy want you in his island world
feel so calm out here
Never want to leave my precious island
Goin´home to Black Island
Goin´home
Here is where my life is
Here is where my soul is
Here
But there's no mistake
In the mileage
Da Burg
Pocahontas Island
To the Aztecs
Where they find em
Screaming I'm a
Black Man
Proud to be a
Black Man
It's
Many thoughts behind this angle
You can't see it if you peek
Pitch black
You might recognise the ink
The heat will leave you fucking stranded
Savage night on a misty island.
Lights wink out in the canyon walls.
Two old boys in a stolen racer.
Black rubber contrails in the unwashed
I'm in the R8, that's the Audi
I got the AR, right beside me
I hopped out, on the stallion
She look like she belong on the islands
I think she like
more fire, better get your hands up
Get out my beamer, you know I like my trigga finger crew
Get with a boss and maybe you could get a beamer too
his rate
3 claps handshake and I waltz out the place
Having meliadtin is a reason to celebrate
It's black history everyday
My endeavors ain't
to the races, cases of Bacardi chasers
Chasing me all over town
'Cause he knows I'm wasted, facing
Time again at Riker's Island and I won't get out
Because
heart desire
Black parents ey
Can't cool can't quench everlasting burning fire
Babylon yuh wrenk ey
Can't cool can't quench Africa my true heart desire
hundred thousand machine guns
Found in a row
I pop the sticks
See fire comin' out the chopper pipe
These other niggas rappin' but
They not as nice whippin'
to pack baby
Passport black card ready
Heading to the heatwave
And destination is mine
I'll take you to my (private island)
Let me take you to my (private
Piano Island Burn!
Charred toucans weaving their black sky quilt?
Burn Piano Island Burn!
The sea shells scream out celestial code.
Melting on the shore
baf the knuckles with the Tranzlator Crew lawd
I'm from the Island, the island I'm from is the Strong Island
Mc's must be wacked when I syke from
more threats?
Another virus, more deaths?
Australia burn in fires no sleep on the Virgin Islands
Turkey strike on Kurdish fighters
Black lives matter,
the streets gon' learn
Them Jersey niggas don't play
Niggas in the streets gon' learn
Them Staten Island niggas don't play
I said one, two, three
and tired of this
His real name is Miles he sounds black
How the fuck your name is Miles
And I'm the one chasing chickens?
The plot thickens, I lost all my
far away and I don’t know
Can you reach out to me and I don’t know
Can we pretend to be something I know
Take me to another place and die
Island fire
Say won't you come fly get away get high for the day for us
Let's pull out the fire can we blaze let's try every flame or dust
Making love with some
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