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There was a man named Johnson, he lived down in the south
Played blues upon an old guitar, by the river's mouth
Then sometime after midnight, he was

Like a wounded bird trying to fly
Surrounded by green ferns
Still, a cozy and scenic place to die
Lately, I've been flying high
Then, I guess, I

get that too
You would never why
Because on others you rely
Got my wings now I fly
Summer time by july
Portugal tickets I buy
See me bye don't say hi

denies the fact of such
creations

man, beast-the hordes of the
underworld
bound by chains foged by
pagan blood
to night they shall feast
tonight

and boundless floods,   
And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,   
With forms that no man can discover   
For the tears that drip all over;   
Mountains toppling

Leftfielder

Buck 65

Talkin' Honky Blues

2003

'cause I may have drowned 
Hotel notepad, three pens for five dollars 
Black, red and blue, recommended by scholars 
On foot, talking loud and telling

-sion.

Touch inns the streets, main attraction ,
Mah badda wid the maths, she a di subtraction


CHORUS

One man cant satisfy , she need more wood for the fire ,

Pour Wax

DJ EFX

Got Jim

2009

the coupe
Oak wood in interior, suede on the roof
Now shoot back, now shoot back

Ah man, Hell Rell, he on the same bullshit again
Same black hoodie, ya same

When the woods rumble low and storm
Clouds ride by in the
Purplish sky at the corners of
Around the edges of sleep
Try to get acquainted to find
Out

Katy

Kelly Joe Phelps

Shine Eyed Mister Zen

1999

Katy's down by the cellar door
Calls for me to go
Back down to the clover
Singing soft and low
Singing soft and low

My little one's mother is

Lyrics by: Shavo Odadjian, Serj Tankian, John Dolmayan, Daron Malakian

Conversion, software version 7.0 
Looking at life through the eyes of a tire

That old Turpentine Trail 
Runs along the southern ridge 
Passing by the piney wood 
And swings down to Owl Creek Bridge 

Where stood a man
Whose

as snow

Outstretched hands they reach for the man, bring him to their land
Escorted by a cavalry riding beasts bizarre 
Down the path lies torches of black

GEMINIIDRAGON
BLACK TOP GOOD MAN
Written By Christian Simeon (Chross Babedeaux Music) FEBRUARY 2022
Produced By The HATERZ


YEAH
SHOT!
YEAH
C'MON

Roll them woods up keep that fire by your side
Nigga throw your hood up Kuz we bangin' till we die
Fuck the club up put your bottles in the sky
Fuck

at night Of man-eating wolves
lurking in the woods And slithering snakes
on a serpentine path And bright eyes
gleaming under black hoods,
All of them waiting

There’s an old house in a small town
Big city slickers want to come in and tear it down
They don’t know it’s a house where love grows
 Built by

the weather 
I stab my fingers 
I'm bleeding wood 
A wooden man
Splinters and return to soil 
A hierophant 
Doing nothing I'm not good 
I couldn't trap,

ways to mend
a broken home
A wife played her part
She used to have a thousand scars
And all she knew, was to have
loving arms
Grown man lost in the woods

Decade and One

Vienna Teng

Waking Hour

2002

As the white went down
I thought of the child upstairs
I thought of the God upstairs
That I couldn't believe
I thought of the chosen man
Asleep on his side

dead
Buried in brick
After brick after brick
Mastered and bound by man's intellect
And through all the work of our hands
Madness
Madness
Material magic

Holidae In

Snoop Dogg

What's Up? Hip Hop Greatest Hits, Vol. 1

2005

Just bring the liquor; there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way); let me stop by the store
Get a twelve pack of Corona plus a ounce of 'dro,

by
I’m wit my guys
Niggas better dip
Empty the clip leave em wet like some tie dye
Niggas dumb dumbs like HaHa
Do a magic trick wit yo bitch like TaDa

There is no bond quite so sound as a master and his hound
And by his side I'd always stay whenever he would court his maid

On the first warm day we