Lyrics:
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
Two men sittin' in straight back chairs
Feet propped up on the railin'
Sittin' in front of the country store
Discussin' how the crops were failin'
*Intro*
[Giggs]
Simple.
Giggs.
Kyze.
SN1 from top to bottom. (Yeah)
Oi Kyze warm it up for me fam.
*Verse 1*
[Kyze]
When i catch you in the ends
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes's
Yonder peasant, who is he, where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain,
Right against the forest fence, by
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
yeah I went blind
Now I peek over the fence, live for the beat, now we transcend high
Condolences to my apologies, you went and swept under the mat
YOUNG FLANKERS ARE HARD TO COME BY
I hail from west Texas where the cowboy's still king
And that's all that I wanted to be.
I'd watch 'em ride by
with different type of shooters
Difference is if he get injured he switch teams ride the bitch
Difference is if I get injured, I'ma go behind the fence
[Intro:]
Wu-Tang
Holocaust punishment
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
[Verse 1:]
From the hills of the Pacific
I bring fury
Everybody simmer down there once was boy
Who became the man
Get your snacks
Buckle up for lovely story this evening
He goes by the name of Colt
Intro (MG).
Lighta aus med Billy on the motherfucking highway
Om vi ender opp som idioter, nigga time says
Første mann til mølla, pleide dele på
the other one lacks it
Guns are power controlled by assets owned by financial forecasters
Who are the masters? They are the gangsters, they are the bankers
ship to Robin Hood
He will cleanse the senses; he will strip you of pride
He will tear down fences; you will feel so alive
As you steal from rich men
I'ma back my brolo, we never fence, I'll leave you in a drench, uh
Grown men try act tough, fill 'em with cents
Check the crime scene, it's a ments,
the mountain,
Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain.
Bring me flesh and bring me wine, bring me pinelogs hither
Thou and I will see him
is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes' fountain
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
flies, hypnotized by the wheel spin
Hear the crowd everybody's whistling
Lined on the fence
If you can put it all together three times
This one week
someone be there at all when Mantra most needs to be
Mantra held on, not too strong
Oh over there by the fence
I said over there by the fence
Baby Mantra
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