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Turtle Rhapsody: Orchestra On The Half Shell (Hutchinson, Hutch) · A Turtle's Dream (Abbey Lincoln) · Turtle Bay (Herbie Mann) · Turtle Dove: England and Her Tradtitional Songs, Vol. 2 (A.L. Lloyd) · Star Turtle (Harry Connick, Jr.) · Turtle Bay [Bonus Track] (Herbie Mann) · Turtle Doves & Cedar Trees (Steve LaManna) · A Turtle's Dream (Abbey Lincoln) · Live at the Mansion on Turtle Creek (Michael Gott) · Turtle Soup (The Mock Turtles) – and 90 other albums »


Plugged 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
And the black crow flew through
A hole in the sky
And I spent all my buttons on an old pack mule
And I
Red hot iron heated by living coal
Ready for branding to strike his goal
The torrid cast iron marks the leather
To banish the renegade from now
Red-hot iron heated by living coal 
Ready for branding to strike his goal 
The torrid cast iron marks the leather 
To banish the renegade from now
cat, I ain't no turtle get in beef and hide in a shell
I ain't no mutt, I ain't no monkie, far from being a duck
believe me I can swim so come in that
and pictures hold us

In the wells of livestock vans with shells and sidewalk sands
Iron mixed with oxygen as per the laws of chemistry and chance
A shape
to the moon and the stranger
And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more
insurance 

Not your everyday occurrence 

My rhyme torments MC's with the fear of God 

You'll be cursed like Farad, and struck by the iron rod
the fucking projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
And blasted on the spot before the pigs were
that iron (That iron) 
Eyes stay red, and my guhl stay fine 
I'ma problem child, I know you heard 
I ain't no turtle, I'ma crocodile (Crocodile!)
the fucking projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
And blasted on the spot before the pigs were
the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin' projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
atomically
Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded
By this total square mileage of violence that I brung
I've not yet begun to stung
It's the ethics,
shells fly, freein the five
Wit the red eye, niggas talkin to much
Tape 'em up, leave 'em hog tied

[Kenny Cash]
You thinkin about it way to hard, how
deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring the alarm!
Another sound boy dyin, hot irons
Slugs flyin out the hardware
the fucking projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
And blasted on the spot before the pigs were
the fucking projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
And blasted on the spot before the pigs were
to the moon and the stranger
And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more
forever
I paint the town red, with many heads are severed
Are-A-W, I still bring trouble to
Throw your raps in the sleephold, quick to snuggle you
Dart heat
to blackened husks, charred shells of smouldering ash, lifeless effigies which toppled to the seared earth to be dissipated by the whispering breath of the wind.
oh blat! I gotta throw it in 'park'
The iron'll wet ya, the Mausberg pump
With the buckshots shells'll turn a nigga into Chinese Checkers
I don't
forever
I paint the town red, with many heads are severed
Are-A-W, I still bring trouble to
Throw your raps in the sleephold, quick to snuggle you
Dart heat
became a fame
I cannot see my brains layin
On the ground
I keep my 9 on my waistline
Chop 'em down
Picks up the shells could leave no evidence around
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we

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