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dirt
High tail it to the outskirts
Trade four walls, for four wheels
Front porch for a back field
Cause there's nothing quite like
A little starlight

the world began
I love the scatterlings of Africa
Each and every one
In their hearts a burning hunger
Beneath the copper sun

Broken wall, bicycle wheel

began
I love the scatterlings of Africa
Each and every one
In their hearts a burning hunger
Beneath the copper sun

Broken wall bicycle wheel
African's

head up, used to walk so tall
Now you're talking to Jesus through a hole in the wall

Big wheels but they don't turn around
Three feet off the ground

those four walls into four wheels
And we're never looking back
Let's see the cities let's see the coast lines
And everything in between
We turned those

Boom Shak-A-Tack

Born Jamericans

Kids From Foreign

1994

Tear off 
Cuz girl pickney get hot 
Now boy ya beat down di wall 
Selector wheel up dat 
Its time to get a verbs 
The action word 
Drop dub inna di

For real know y'all can't relate I'm poppin tapes in old DeVilles
Cleaning off the white walls before I get behind the wheel
Strap on my lap in

nigga
Leave brains on the wall nigga
Wheel out let it off we don't make no call nigga
Like why are these fuck niggas rappin'
You should be on the R.O

uneducated creatures
The world is made of all those pieces
Turn left!
You see a car (Photo on the wall)
Four wheels, a trunk, a front bar
And a motor made

wings who couldn't fly
I hear the laughter through the wall
They wheel me out into the hall
Take the hand that wears the glove
Anesthesia you're my love

it just keeps going
the noise inside these walls
its wheels keep spinning
slowly turning off the rails

I can't stay forever
but it just keeps going

The clock keeps rolling out of time
Don't got yours but can't have mine
Say goodbye to these four walls
The wheels keep rolling round now
I lost the head that

left all we could on the walls

Fire, wheel, and blade
All lay unclaimed

JNL system got me knocking pictures of the wall 
Single din in the dash wood wheel graining hard 
Cohiba from havanna when im puffin on a gar 
Mama even

room
Back porch of your summer house
Hotel room, down in Newport
Castle outside of Dublin town
The four walls have never mattered
The four wheels just

now I'm going hard
Balls to the wall
Riding the shit til the wheels fall off
Trying to predict, but it's still all off
Thought I knew the plan til

Pinky rings, bank robbers wit two's, boss of wild crews
Slacks overlapsed, apple jack hats, quarter field coats
Cadillacs wit white walls and chrome wheel

wild crews
slacks, overlaps, applejack hats quarterfield coats
Cadillacs with white walls and chrome wheel spokes
they were organized, investin', had

Were my light
Through my darkest times
Blew it out
When you cut the ties (yeah)
I did not suffice
Like a wall made out of stone
Were my wheel
Now I lose

Records on shelves 
Pictures in frames 
Old furniture 
And ticking clock on the wall  

Turning on the wheel 
Turning on the wheel 
Turning

have passed since I recall
That first time we stood at the wall and now I wheel my Grandpa cross that hallowed land 
He asks me for a piece of paper

is where I ride, I like my white walls on my wheels
Inner city on my back, I just copped that for a steal
Pay top dollar, make her holla, I still do

streets are their home
Here they are - solid ground masters
No one is faster - time to tear down the wall

Leather and wheels
Freewind riders - on dreams

The Jackal

Ronny Jordan

The Quiet Revolution

1993

white wall wheels, cruise control, built for speed, chrome on evray-thang.
And stereophonic speakers, though he really didn't need them.
When they