Lyrics:
pop, down the avenue
Folks love the rhythm, the clang bangin' rhythm
You'll get a lot of kicks out of the blacksmith blues
Down in old Kentucky where
cloppin' pop, down the avenue
Folks love the rhythm, the clang bangin' rhythm
You'll get a lot of kicks out of the blacksmith blues
Down in old Kentucky
get a lot o' kicks out of the Blacksmith Blues
Down in old Kentucky
Where horseshoes are lucky
There's a village smithy standin' under a chestnut
kicks
Out of the Blacksmith Blues
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Down in old Kentucky
Where horseshoes are lucky
There's a village smithy
Standin' under the chestnut tree
get a lot o' kicks out of the Blacksmith Blues
Down in old Kentucky
Where horseshoes are lucky
There's a village smithy standin' under a chestnut
of the masses move with strong tactics
Blue collared like a blacksmith im that kid
Built like an oilrig you can’t move disilluse or exclude me
Aaron Maurice
Somalians
Black Tims, rubber suit Wonder Woman, bangers a blue coupe
I'm usually upon the roof countin' mad loot
Root beer reefer, teeth frame, doin' my 1,
the blacksmith's shed,
And the only life ye've known is in the shipyard.
Steel in the stockyard,
Iron in the soul,
We'll conjure up a ship where there used
There once was a blue-gray wolf
Whom destiny ordained warrior king of the world
Born to the saddle- blacksmith- tyrant to be
In the great valley
a catch
The silver moon
Look for the bright side
The patch of blue
We're still sailing to
The blacksmith's side of
The silver moon
Love often
Ends with
to my guys
Yeah my ride or dies (My ride or dies)
Told them we going worldwide (Uh)
All my papers blue, You had no clue
Chain on my neck like it's glue
the clashing broadswords sing
A man will rise
From barbarian and thief to ruler of the west as its' great mighty king
Blue flames burn like the fires of hell in
is nothing
Welcome
to the party of nowhere
nothin’ happens here
everything is nothing
Blue Microdots
enter the bloodstream
dancing in the veins
giving
fifty gold, sixty platinum
Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets, Queen Beez
fifty gold, sixty platinum
Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets, Queen Beez
And tempered and beat in a fiery heat
By the hand of a man, who's name was Dan
Dan the blacksmith
Once I was a sword, many years ago
And my blade was
and beat in the fiery heat
By the hand of a man, whose name was Dan, Dan the blacksmith
Well once I was a sword, many years ago
And my blade was broad,
chandeliers
Oh my
We left the river and headed to the city
Just two organ grinders, looking for a monkey
With tombstone hearts, blacksmith hands
Black backdrop
Darkness fell upon you
Faceless racial miscue
No sight permanent night
Sounds of blackness
Colorless blacksmith
The red from the black
long, time
How are you?
Your eyes are green, your hair is gold
Your hair is black, your eyes are blue
I closed the ranks and I doubled back
But
considered the Black Jean
It's Blakroc, it's Blacksmith
Miss Grae and I'm back, bitch
Hulk-smash harass a motherfucker most passionate
Fashion plate,
spies
Guilty all of treason and therefore they must die."
He had the prison blacksmith forge a giant whistle
To be blasted loud and clear as each spy
got that green oh me oh my
V.V.S.O.P. how I got that shine
Blacksmith shit how I'm on that grind
Crackhouse shit cuz yer boys' so crack
Millhouse shit
contestant
Got a few choices for me
Wear it like heart to sleeve
Cause surely he blessed it
Suiting up like I'm red, green
Yellow, blue, and black, fearless
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