Lyrics:
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
followed me across the seas.
Then tell me please
How are things in Glocca Morra?
Is that little brook still leaping there?
Does it still run down
followed me across the seas.
Then tell me please
How are things in Glocca Morra?
Is that little brook still leaping there?
Does it still run down
followed me across the seas.
Then tell me please
How are things in Glocca Morra?
Is that little brook still leaping there?
Does it still run down
the breeze - see I'm nice with these
You'll be suckin it down like fast food high-see's
Type of rap bitch that love underground classics
Gettin more green than
a little faith
I grabbed that old book and started praying since that day
Like Brooks and Dunn we used to burn them joints down
Was the wildest boy in town
It extends from the Hamptons to Brook-lyn
Through every hoodie in town, to learn the Boogie Down
Til every DJ around, wanted to put me down
Rhymes
I come through your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by, back open pumpin How High (How High)
Yeah, can y'all see that
and Wilbur! - Orville's nothing minus him!
The Smith Brothers, and the Marx Brothers and the Ritz and the Brooks and
the Everly Brothers,
Solomon Brothers,
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
And twisted tales of truthless men
Left me spinning out of control
I was lost in the wilderness
My ideals buried in the sand
I was laid down by a dried up brook
That would've been such a bummer
But it never went down like that
Down by the brook now with your lover
Things that happen as you go along
They say
minds... we fly.
Words in a cold frost eve,
Taken by the form of breeze
Falling down before they get to known... the sough
Drunken by a fierce of night
War, war, war, war, war, war, war
On a silent shore
I spoke to god
The sun is down
Assemble the great pandemonium
War
One more down by
draggin' your women
By a hair to your cave
You'd be down on one knee reciting them soliloquies
Back in Romeo's day
You'd be kind of nifty if you were in
the hood we so, ghetto
Brook-Nam, holla back, get your crook on
Live from the seven-one-eight, we raised the eight
Every time papi raise the weight
What went down on the side of the road?
What I saw at the edge of the sea.
Only those elements time cannot wear, and they follow.
What seeped out
War, war, war, war, war, war, war
On a silent shore
I spoke to god
The sun is down
Assemble the great pandemonium
War
One more down by
want to speak
Freak
Summer brooks
Left the fucking gutter in the books
Fences all around the windows
We surrounded by the crooks
No fear
All this
Was
followed me across the seas.
Then tell me please
How are things in Glocca Morra?
Is that little brook still leaping there?
Does it still run down
Chilly scenes of winter
The price of love comes
c' tumbling down
Like a play by Pinter
You think you know her
But she's nowhere around
Her words
War, war, war, war, war, war, war
On a silent shore
I spoke to god
The sun is down
Assemble the great pandemonium
War
One more down by
War, war, war, war, war, war, war
On a silent shore
I spoke to god
The sun is down
Assemble the great pandemonium
War
One more down by
the brook
They started rolling
They wanna fool him
They started rolling down the street
Through the little street
Through the little street
Through
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