Lyrics:
you reckon I'll be?
Away down yonder in the holler
Hangin' on a white oak tree.
Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry;
You killed
at birth mom and papa called their little boy Ned
Raised him on the banks of a river bed
On a houseboat tied to a big tall tree
A home for my papa
the Summer or the Winter cause it ain't no thing
And ever since I first came round
Side by Side, We'd throw down
We came here to this here place
To serve you
Well, at birth mom and papa called their little boy Ned
Raised him on the banks of a river bed
On a houseboat tied to a big tall tree
A home for my
And so the search went on
All the while Nickee was curled up fast asleep
No longer peaceful in her invisible tree
Being chased by antelopes in a dream
the water and grits
They got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And that's I high I better get by because my ally
about to flip that crazy shit
three,
The little one stops to climb a tree
And they all go marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain
The ants go marching four by four, hurrah,
Los Angeles approach control
This is Cessna 0281-Echo-119.3, over
Cessna 81-Echo, Los Angeles approach control, roger, go ahead
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the wedding supper be? uh-huh
Where shall the wedding supper be? uh-huh
Where shall the wedding supper be?
Way down yonder in a hollow tree, uh-huh
What
[Prince Poetry]
The sun reflects off of the waves at sea
Rain support roots that implants the tree
There's a breeze - in the park, kites fly high
don't rush the clock Infamous rock for good now
Pass like my duns on lock holdin the pot down slow
But assuring this, spoon-feeding these
Starvin ass
me
The hot Apache red who burn down your chief teepee
You see me?
One two three, Mos Def and Talib Kweli
We came to rock it on to the tip-top
Wha was you that gaed down the glen
When the haw-tree was in fleur?
Wha was you that wudna come ben
Though mirklin was the hour?
Her cloak was
time
I went down the road the road was muddy
I stubbed my toe my toe was hurtin'
You all hid yeah
If you ain't hid you better holler billy goat bah
What lies beneath the Rowan tree
Magic dust that I may breathe
Starlit night, the mist entwines my fear
A faerie ring untouched by time
Secrets
Los Angeles approach control
This is Cessna 0281-Echo-119.3, over
Cessna 81-Echo, Los Angeles approach control, roger, go ahead
Cessna 81-Echo is
just some dogs
[Method Man]
By any means necessary, it's on
B****, your f***ing with a dog, all I want to do is bury some bones
Take a piss
it all across the land (Three three three)
The plan is grab the ducats and say fuck it to the critics hey now
I was walkin' down the street, belly
This is a song
About best friends
John Roy
Was a boy I knew
Since he was three
And I was two
Grew up two little houses
Down from me
The only
the end, time, time will show
Big Old Oak
Big Oak Tree
Three hundred years of stillness
Three hundred years of calm witness
I listen for the whisper
you're empty sir
Gone down the wrong road
By mistake
And you will always see
What life was meant to be
Spent all the time
By the tree
And all
like a beat on bus
Whole ass branch we got tree on us
Brrr bitch I'm him like a pronoun
We a scrape the rims big body it don't go down
We know all
Well, at birth mom and papa called their little boy Ned
Raised him on the banks of a river bed
On a houseboat tied to a big tall tree
A home for
don't understand what they say
3,000 years with no place to be
And they want me to give up my milk and honey
Don't you see, it's not about the land
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