Lyrics:
Oh Really? You think you murdered the track
Impact of the back of the billy, club
Take it back to what rap really, was
Make so much noise we could
of the mind by reason
The best men again set out with eager eyes upon the path of the wise
The mountain track of the goat
That leads to the ice-gleaming
the mountains
Pickin’ by some lonesome stream
We’ll light the fire, start the cider
Stoke those old and ancient dreams
Find me way out in the mountains
Hollerin
the mountains
Pickin’ by some lonesome stream
We’ll light the fire, start the cider
Stoke those old and ancient dreams
Find me way out in the mountains
Hollerin
look immaculate
And I got a village on my back
Can’t turn my back on it
This opportunity can’t let it pass me by
That’s why I’m passionate
Worked half
live by affirmations
I been steady lacking any aspiration
I been searching high a low for calibration
Maybe just maybe I'll make it to the top
Maybe
yeah
And so it goes
He died in his car
So it goes
In a fetal position
He was frozen stiff
He was lying by the train tracks
The bum was dead
His
who always keep on going back
Yet lucky you always can erase your track
Black smoke from the mountain, white shirts in the forest
Wolves howl for
mighty my tracks at its side
I am a freight train my song I sing
I am a freight train with the freight I bring
I cross mountains and valleys you wave your
Backwoods Mystic
Ol' Buckminster's
Mountain Whiskey
Told me he'd a famous cousin
Discovered things by the dozen
Some of them they still don't
On one cloudless morning I stood on the mountain,
Just watching the smoke from below,
It was coming from a tall, slim smokestack
Way down
ride down the railroad track and go, far away
The mountains are calling
The east winds, they blow
You're getting real restless
I know you must go
But
Cry oh how I try to cry but mourning never comes, just night
I die every day I die while forests, mountains, and trees pass by
La da da
(Heave, Ho)
corner
Conceiled by shadows, covered by fog
I'll leap from darkness and rip the life from you
He dwells deep in the vicious mountains
His hunger never
on the wrong side of the track
Don't take no
Take hold
Don't leave it to chance
When we turn out the lights and we sit in the dark
Is the mountain too
All the dreamers
All the lost souls
Wandering people passing by
We all grew up here
All got acquainted
To empty streets that get you high
All these
mountain countin i'm gonna need an accountant
To count it, manny got this fuckin beat poundin it's
Poundin but it was just lost until i found it, found it
A distant buzzing from the swarm
Avoid the traps laid out by beasts
Come together in the east
The sun comes over mountain tops
A distant figure turns
hestiation
Live with the funkdafied cutie pie
Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her side
If you fuck with her you got to fuck with me
And we'll be rapping
track
But 600 hopped on the track and he motherfuckin' ran it
I got a new ho out of the country
She just be talkin' to me in Spanish
They finna
past and a million tomorrows
Sharing your bed, turning the world on its head
Stopping him dead in his tracks at hello
Every mountain that you climb
to written word
Over lessons of life, the 3rd of Bass
Face up, step to a devil
Not takin, but remain invisible
Men judge by passin a mountain
called Caucus,
Under dormant trees
Under bright lit skies
Mountains of maple leaves
Standing side by side
The phone lines
The street lights
Led me to you
two sets of tracks go in and one comes out
I have a mountain’s worth of patience
Bound by my conviction
So pray for the man that crosses me
If I run
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