Lyrics:
D]Riding on the [A]City of New Or[D]leans,
[Bm]Illinois Central, [G]Monday morning [D]rail, [A]
[D]Fifteen cars and fi[A]fteen restless
own... without you
But if you are persuaded... by all those dragon-flies... offering you a ride...
Well, I'll know why
Ooh-Ooh... Lorelei
entertainmentthe arraignments
The subpoenas
High profile gladiators in bloodthirsty arenas
Enter the Dragon
Black-robe crooked-balance
Souls bought and sold
D G C G
But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady
Lover's quarrel, snarl away their happiness
Kissed crumble in a web
all my stuff, and all you find
is a pocket full of money count seven G's
Now you want to think I'm sellin' keys
Cause I'm a black man, but I run my
of Perseus
The demon star
Through you I see
To fathom and receive
Heights of the sun
The depth of moonlight dark
Crown upon the black of stars
By you I now
Yes return the last dragon balls of fire
Back to attack and sharp like barbed wire
The ruff rugged male human black alien
My style's
Young aggressor, born into the life of crime
I would walk down the streets strapped with two nines
Bitch smacking, jacking niggas, G dub stacking
like a waterfall
Makes you feel like you're drowning
Kingfisher's eyes, you're like black pearl
SWatchin' the ghosts, surround me
Dragon, demon,
Rod
Motherfucker jacked me up, rollin' 'round bumping
'Cause music's too loud, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, this is P-O to the G-O
Motherfuckin'
the being of flames,
black material dragon, thou shalt arise...
The cosmos transforms in the grasp of my thoughts.
New blood flows from the sky...
The solar
because my hunger?
Mr. America young black niggas want ya
I want to talk to the man understand
Understand this motherfucking G-pack in my hand
Look what
fulfilled
To manifest one’s own prophecy
That which he has written
Enslaved by false morality
The breeding of a servant
Impaled by the black horn
Upon graven
the root I want the whole damn tree
Ain't tryin' to stock around for the Illuminati
Got to buy my own island by the year 2 G...
Since way back I've been
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
of that bitch that's lookin like a dragon
Now you want to fight 'cause you're baggin on your Mrs
But that's what'cha get when you fuck with ugly bitches
done pissed off my crew
What y'all gone do
Look nigga you better put a zip on yo trap
Or you will get trapped
When I creep through tha black in
Yeah this is for my G's
That be riding up high
Looking haters in they eyes every
Time they pass by just keep it G, keep it G
Tell them you ain't even
because my hunger?
Mr. America young black niggaz want ya
I want to talk to the man understand
Understand this motherfuckin G-pack in my hand
Look
the people what they want
Ladies and Gentlemen
Why is that when wrong is done by the black
It's blown out of proportion and immediately attacked?
By
about a double life plea bargain
You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G
Plus the Black Guerilla family
And the white pride don't like
can see
The black flight longs to destroy all things
Arm of valor
With Thu´um
Killed by the Dovahkiin
The fate
It´s your death
Alduin
Alduin, Alduin,
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
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