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Its Ashville Junction
Lord Swannanoa Tunnel
And it's done caved in, buddy done caved in

And I'm going back to Swannanoa Tunnel
Cause that's my home,

Ladies and Gentlemen 
We're puttin it down for our city 
the junction city
Cuz I love this place 
cnd this one's for you


cin't no home town anthem

Straight Spittin

Rampage

The Imperial Album [Clean]

1998

locked
And your function, to the Flat Bush junction
'Causin' rambunction, watch me do you somethin'

Baby Sham on some new shit
New and exclusive

Straight Spittin

Rampage

The Imperial Album

1998

Reeboks
Holy socks, cut you with my ox
Rampage got the city locked
and your function, to the Flat Bush junction
Causin rambunction, watch me do you

And who'd play defense for
A bandit on the run

And I grip my skin till I almost lose my vision
And I tunnel deeper till I can barely breathe
It's hard

yo tunnel bitch you know I'm the beacon

Bitch you know I'm the beacon

Bitch you know I'm the beacon

Heard yo girlfriend wanna fuck me she just

so underground way where the tunnels be 
Got get ya bag you ain't gotta go juggle me
Married to money I can't be ya husband
Fuck everybody I never was

lag
As I bust Out I scatter da place
Fine girls for my junction dem don Dey jons oh
Guy dem don Dey jons oh
Me I no sabi to Dey yan too much
Spray spray

already in the Lincoln
Got to take the tunnel from the city back to Brooklyn
Late night drives on Junction, or by Bedford, or by Bushwick
Late night

distractions, I should focus on me
I'm in the eight-six-oh, right by the junction
Thinking where will I go, which way I'm headed for this function (will I)
This

dysfunction
I call it trumping
Niggas be Biden they time and never will jump in off of assumption they Take an L like broadway junction
Yeah

Made a transfer

this life's worth living
Cause Its a gift i know its hard to believe
Day to day we see malfunction and Destruction in this junction
Make us wonder how

The tracks you lay
Guide my thoughts pathways
Lead me straight to your heart
Across meadows and plains
The tunnels you build
Lay smooth like silk

Junction 31,
Of the M25,
We've not moved an inch,
I don't know why I drive.

The fucking bridge is shut, 
The wind's too strong for it,
I'm late for

when it moves
Begging for a junction to choose
To change the track to better our dues
But the Metro doesn't wait
Doesn't care if black, brown, for

the silence
Migrants run up through your tunnels, end up in the highlands
Bygones are long gone
and my love is oh so realistically near none
strongest still