Lyrics:
Assemble ye, O people, Lords of hill and hill-foot
Lords of cavern and hill-locked basin
Lords of the deep primeval forest
Come on board this
walking
Saya, saya, said the Eastern Girl.
Valley running in the sun
Avoiding the hill slopes
Saya, saya, said the Eastern Girl.
Rain goes spilling
said the Eastern Girl.
Valley running in the sun
Avoiding the hill slopes
Saya, saya, said the Eastern Girl.
Rain goes spilling through the grass
on the hill-a
Yeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla
You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla
Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your
Who you think you are?
In North America
Come to be a star
Made it this far
You fucking
Jamaican-lunged
Irish-livered
British-invading
shoot them raps, scope the Eastern Bloc, mad monk
G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Block Wet)
F-F-Five to the nine (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet,
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it
Alors chu r’parti sur Québecair, Transworld, North-East, Eastern, Western pis Pan American
Mais ché pu où chu rendu
J'ai été au sud du sud au soleil bleu
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it
northern and eastern areas.
As we move into tomorrow, the cloudy skies will continue to affect most areas, and the cloud capable of producing some spells
the hills of Tennessee
Lord what's gotten hold of me?
Headed north to Bristol Tennessee
Five days on the run
Robbed a bank with my six gun
Lord what's gotten
You took all that Atlanta had to give me
You fucked up my plans and laughed at all of my dreams
I wonder what set Cash & Nelson free
'Cause eastern
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it
Timbaland out of VA
In a quest to redeem his title (nah, we gonna blow this up)
And bring North Carolina and Virginia to the front of the line (ayo)
(Yo,
I was born in Eastern Europe with a guitar in my hand
By the time I was sixteen I could play almost as the devil can
I've been playing on the streets
to western hands
Bedawin Eastern desert Nomads
Things go south we built to never back down
Up north where the weather is just perfect
Outdoor summers
On the Western slopes
Of the Eastern Divide
Where the storm clouds crash into
The steep mountainside
Where the rivers run North
And the South
this is the world of hilt
the continent of arkapellago
is on the west side
of the world of hilt
maji men live on arkapellago
eastern mystics live
Timbaland out of VA
In a quest to redeem his title (nah, we gonna blow this up)
And bring North Carolina and Virginia to the front of the line (ayo)
(Yo,
again at the eastern shore
You shouldn't come around furthermore
Autumn leaves, our damaged gold
And everything flows and nothing stands still
To the eastern colors
Lovers undercover
Should we ride to the North and to the South
To the western wonders
Burning all desires, tell me
Should we go
the man from seven hills
A man is coming in thirteen one
To charm the daughters and the sons
Scared for our lives I turn your hands
Hold this tight while
I look to the hills, He's the True North
I look to the hills, He's the True North
I look to the hills, He's the True North
So if I got a shot, I'ma
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