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of my Bonita
Just two months from her timbers 'til she moored
I paid the fare in billet on her maiden voyage to Vicksburg
And talked my way to hand

Timber she's hauled

Built down in the Chesapeake 
For the cargo trade
Through world wars and hurricanes
She made her way up the coast to Maine

Second

at my journal you see what I’m penning
You see what I’m 
You see what I’m at
They always be checking but never got cash, nigga
I put the Aug on the map,

it how I invest
I'm in the trade so much
The Wall Street Journal but I don't
Flex or front too much
It's too early to serve you
I'd rather curve you

Driving Nails

Bruce Carroll

For the Record

1997

learned His Fathers trade, 
As she marveled at It all, 
The sweat dropped from 
Her Little Carpenter 
As He made the timbers fall,

(Chorus)

She

long black skirts
Were Mary, Kate, Nell and Rose

Timber cutter by trade kept food on the table
Long days away, worked his land when he was able
Eager

Color stalks to aspire, get buried in journal

That shift from a silence to subtracted scream
A compass of daydream comprising the scheme
The parenting

Shanghai
I ain't step inside yet
Silicon Valley every two months
On private jet, I'm venture capital nigga
Read it how I invest
I'm in the trade so much

fall back, lookin at me funny
Psst, bitch I’m all that –
Remember, pull out a chrome hatchet on
That ass and yell "Timber"
I ain't the player prez, just

An English boy of just 14
Learning a life, a job, the scene
And the native tongues
His adventure had begun

Working the tools of his trade
Making

Follow the Leader

Eric B. & Rakim

Icon

2014

journey, you're the journal, I'm the journalist
Am I eternal or an eternalist?
I'm about to flow long as I can possibly go
Keep you movin' 'cause

Follow the Leader

Rakim

The Archive: Live, Lost & Found

2008

journey, you're the journal, I'm the journalist
Am I eternal or an eternalist?
I'm about to flow long as I can possibly go
Keep you movin' 'cause

Hurricane Room

The Blessing

Prince of the Deep Water

1991

thirty feet
Steal the balance from my brain

The captain and his crew
Are cut-throats down in the Port of Spain
White-knuckled at the rains
His timbers

uninsured, all of them film cops
Call of the wild kid, trade a cow for seeds
I'm in the clouds smelling blood from the cowards beneath
I trade a crown for

gone to bed
Made from timber, tin and lead
No one helps you fall asleep
Dreams you have you cannot keep

Simba
Simba
Simba
Simba

Stuck inside a daily

Hurricane Room

The Blessing

Mixed Blessing

1998

thirty feet
Steal the balance from my brain
The Captain and his crew
Are cut-throats down in the Port of Spain
White-knuckled at the rains
His timbers

Never Will

Jet Life

Jet World Order, Vol. 2

2012

bitches
Trade first number, I got a nigga girl going down like timber

[Chorus]
Different day, same old shit, getting higher in the whip
I’m higher

journey, you're the journal, I'm the journalist
Am I eternal or an eternalist?
I'm about to flow long as I can possibly go
Keep you movin' 'cause

don't talk like a pirate
I'm new to the trade
At least let me buy you some grog
All right, I'll follow you to the mainland
Look at all the landlubbers

Adept scouting eye
Plotting for what land provides
Trade your time as days get short
A race against the cold
Tired man he looks for water
Bring it

They were runnin' shine across state lines
Leavin' Kentucky far behind
From the stills and the hills to the timber pines up north
Pay off the sheriff

And then we shout gangway!

Outta Davy Jones locker
Boutta Sail away
Shiver me timbers
What a sweet trade
I was marooned 
Til I was saved
I found my booty

With tea and trade and timber
Set sail and cut me free

Chorus 
Heaven knows (what I need)
Heaven Knows (what I need boy)
Heaven  knows (what I need)

for love
Like a sailor needs the sea
With tea and trade and timber
Set sail and cut me free

Chorus 
Heaven knows (what I need)
Heaven Knows (what I