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paid in different amounts To a Mister James Reynolds way back in Seventeen ninety-one Is that what you have, are you done? You are uniquely
they'll still talk about us when we've died. JESUS The end...is just a little harder, when brought about by friends. For all you care, this wine
and see I be the latter Four thousand years after King James claimed God's brain (who, me?) I said I'm flattered, time hoppin' like Peabody and Sherm
drink the wine from our own vineyards To revel in the taste of our final battlements Dethroned Expelled from desolation by the odour of our dead Cotton
Like the lion tears the flesh off of a man So can a woman who passes herself off as a male They sang "Danny Boy" at his funeral and the Lord's
surfin and I'm HD ready So I flip, garbage is all I'm getting The Simon Cal, who folks want to disembowel He oppens his mouth, always say something fowl
Ladies being hit through wickedness, I'm losing my grip I thought we lived by the books, The Bible, Koran We pick cotton, my back is still hot and dark
The Cremation of Sam McGee The Cremation of Sam McGee (Robert W. Service) There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun by the men who moil
too far Just a little joke to show how homophobic you are And who can blame ya Boy Meets World I'm trying to find a new Topanga And bang her out,
James DeBarge] Ev'ryday I gotta watch these suckas roll by, keep an eye on they Started spotted (?) I don't know why Turned my back on an awesome party,
Thought about me More often than I thought of you, it is true Just admit it I dragged my ass to Mississippi Where cotton's king and rivers weepy
looking backwards as we run Crusaders come by fat guys who sing You'll be the one not believing anything What do I do for you lately What can I do for
[Operator] Too Black Records [James A. Smith] Yeah, this is Jay [Operator] Hold on, Jay [Too Black Records Representative] Hey Jay, long
teddy's not that fucking dumb Grow up Someday you will Wake up someday you will see Don't you try to run You were made by me Shape up Put your cotton in
You know I, this is James Brown I'm such a lover of people Because people did so much for me I'm a lover of all humanity, all man kind And I feel
Yeah! We gon' straight into something real, real Real dynamic for hip-hop Two thousand and eight shit In the name of the late Great James Yancey AKA
for James the Stuart king And he's called the Highland Rogue by the soldiers of the Crown Wi' a bounty on his head sure they hunt him up and down He
my lady Who's my daddy tonight Cotton and leather Never looked better together You and I will die Oh my oh my But silicone lasts forever I'm such
They walked the path in Jesus' way From distant lands their story grows In every heart the truth still flows The twelve who stood by love and grace Their
there's whites, separated by the green After five hundred years, think we play for the same team Smokescreen, make the president a black guy It ain't no
Wait, hold up, chill, what's that, son? Damn nigga got fucked, shit, huh By his back, watch nigga run Seven the center of your eight point Sun
shotgun here you get the gate Wearing cotton anywhere you owe a thanks And you can take that all the way to the local bank by god I got some land here in
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City I dreamed about them cotton fields of home I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother
here could not be finer It suits to sail off Carolina shore I'll tell you more and more over Cotton threads to keep me cool In the sun-swept
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