Lyrics:
Hey in the pouring rain
When the smell of terror brings a thousand eyes
The red men come again
They kill my children and they kill my wife
opponent
M.C. Ice T just microphonin'
33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute
This record is def because my heart is in it
Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight
And turn robber all on the salt sea
The lot it fell first upon Henry Martin
The youngest of all the three
That he should turn robber all on the salt sea
makes me lose control (now bring it back now)
We gon' make you lose control
And let it go, 'fore you know, you gon' hit the flo' (one, two, three, let's
out.
The crumbling starts. Inch by inch the ground takes over.
The wretched clench of my insides.
Unspeakable anguish, this fucking contortion.
you back again
Moon by moon and inch by inch
Tie the bow at the end
Safe as one, we're safe in love
Time will bring you back around
Never doubt,
Moodswings is made of 3 parts. Spiritual High on Pretenders' CD Greatest Hits is the second part.
Sounds like a signal from you
Bring me to meet your
you can't refuse it
I got a grip on the groove and it won't move
An inch until I pinch this party
"Can you dig it?"
"Right on"
"Right on!"
- Oh my God, stand by
- No, I said the wrong word
- Baby, it don't even matter, ha ha eight-two
Oh, I mean, um, eight-five
Oh, eight-five oh-two-one,
tempo
My rhymes are in there, for me it's very simple
I'm the extraordinaire, others they can't compare
to the six foot two half inch light skinned
pager, Off-White Guess jacket
Blue Air Max's, gold chains and curl kits
'93 Nissan wax job, the earliest
Big social, big personality, vocal
Played
The party ain't over, the party ain't over
The party ain't over
It's three a.m. and it's too many women
She's just beginning the time of her life
So
Watch my growth persevere
It's easy to be rich
When you came from it
I'm impressed when you came from shit
A mile inch by inch
Fought your way out
on the front porch, Blaze the indo
Runnin from tha cops with tha homies by tha liqour store
Somebody hit tha stach box, Pass me tha match doc
see-P-3, Caliope
the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no prob, it's simple
Holla out the window
to make sure that it's not laced
Damn, I used to hit the block hopin' they see me
Watchin' Video Music Box, sittin' close to the TV
I was inspired by
dictionary words on top of verbs
To prove that they wack
Pressing weight to the max
Hurt your man like swinging ax
Release it let 'em chat
Man amongst boys but
Yeah, I was born a misfit, grew up ten miles from the town of Ipswich
Wanted to make it big, I wished it to existence
I never was a sick kid,
Suck that pig
And bring it on home
Pick that drain
And nose that dope
Tell 'em all that Tiny says hello
Now, he's king of the drunks an' he squeezes,
Cross any kind of land
Through the rain, and snow, and muck
Sure footed as a billy goat
With thirty-three inch ears
Clog dance on a snake with his
C'mon!
One! Two!
One, Two, Three, Four!
Verse:
It was a couple of years ago
I was sitting beside my window
And never will make the same mistake
Scratch your dad
Do that bird
Suck that pig
And bring it on home
Pick that drain
And nose that dope
Tell 'em all that Tiny says hello
Now, he's
your dad, do that bird
Suck that pig and bring it on home
Think that dream and nose that dope
Tell 'em all that Tiny says hello
Now he's king
Slowly now - here and now
It's time to bring him one step closer
Turn by turn - make him burn
On a straight path to misery
Dance the dance with me
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