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Shards of light on Portland stone
Reflecting those that came before me
Find rhythm in your beat
And I'll call this place my home

The smoke and glamour

it's better to go
So I operate on movements ima mogul my own
And turn Portland Oregon to the next Rolling Stones

And still I'm 90's bitch I'm Hot

ends
cnd get a back rub from my girlfriend
But it's still a long way home from Portland

Rolling, Rolling Stone
If you don't have one, you're always home

From west Portland to East Boston
Stone cold the bic pen release toxins
Might give you 3 16s like Steve Austin
I promise it ain't me it's the weed

of Portland
Shining bright mongst granite stone

Brother  run with me up over this furrow
That once was deep as I was high
And stop for a while and drink by

a little hottie who go both ways
Left Portland in a trail blaze 
Going Stone Cold on a glass case... 

I got them troops deep in pursuit (ha)
Ready to come

Oh, Portland, there's been a...
Sleeping volcano in your town for years
But this eruption is your people not that old mountain you've feared
Never

the streets
I feel the polished cobble stones sliding underneath my feet
Expectations disappear like the alleys we stroll by
Underneath this parallax where

Like tell the truth, I remember
Seventh grade, when RJ knocked out your tooth
Lyin' ass, he say, got a pole, but he ain't never use it

Bitch, I'm stone

Cash in niggas faces money makin' bakin' cranium
In Portland blazing strains of purple urkle tight titanium
Six stones above me legal herb a Juana make

Silver

311

Grassroots [Clean]

1994

bombs from the palms, love is so strong
Can't be stopped too long
For the night it will come
Shaped in the form of Mars that stone afar Ghetto cool

Only if you let me
And ima treat you right
Ex shoulda kept me
My ex put me thru hell
I gotta exhale
She threw those stick and stones
I grew a tough shell

brought me into this life
Carve upon my stone the day I came and when I left
Do me one last favor that I can't do for myself

Five acres up near Portland

Wild geese fly ‘cross a grey October sky
Twin Oaks in a foggy dawn
we journeyed southward from Portland on I-5
Misty Roses on a Stone

An old guitar

Yeah
Oooo
Yeahh
Yeahh, yeahh
Yeah, Yeaaahh
Rollin stones with her
Smoking strong with her
Throwing bones with her
Throwing bones with her
Rollin

a bitch, she sit down and listen
I'm Gon die bout my stones like vision
We ain't the same, bitch I rap what I'm living
Ayy, I run the game just like Vick

get sick without it
All about my grind
Haters ill
They get sick about it
Way beyond my time man
I'm underground
The Portland rabbit
Out of habit
I

and led him away
But three score and ten Mud Island men
They soon had the bailiffs in sight
With blow after blow
On Portland Row
McDonnell was rescued again

Official

Pharoahe Monch

Internal Affairs

1999

makin' 'em all fiend
For my intricate ways to break ya whole team

Yeah yeah, come on come on
It's Lee Stone, Pharoahe Monch for real
Wit the Official

The spring and the fall. The 45 city tours
We in Idaho one night and Portland, Oregon the next day
Up in Anchorage Alaska and then Australia for three weeks

worldwide 
From Portland, Oregon L.A. to the N.Y. 
I'm bout to crash in your door, unload the double four 
Then stash it, then we blasted all we saw

Yeah we gonna take care of that copyright strike on this
Stone City Band what's up Rick James?
Acapella though
Rest In peace brotha keep it funky

Springs
But I hear that it's all pretty nice
No I've never been to Portland or Santa Barbara
Never seen the ships dock in the bay
The only port I know well

felt so alone

Stop in Portland
Flying down the city streets
Singing songs to
Different people, different beats
In the city you’re a thousand miles from