Lyrics:
nod
I want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline
Zero fucks given
I make her come to the condo butt naked
Cause bitch ain't no stealin'
She still
to hear the sound of the underground
Fusion, and the bass like thunder pounds
And so they pack the show just to see
He who claims to be the Music Man
I went down to Old Joe's Bar
On the corner by the square
All the men were having drinks, same as usual
And the same old crowd was there
Oh, no...
chump wit spunk, who dares to jump
By the hour, I push power like Hiroshima
Got dropped on by U.S.A. and like cleaned her
I manage to damage people
the river
A wonderful world of fantasy
With cotton candy villas
Pull out in something tinted
Convertible casing the carcass of time
But who really counts
cold when we're apart
Babe behold
This flaming heart
As the years
Been rollin' by
I've been searchin'
Who had the keys
To the flaming heart
You see
mile
Ah, roll over
Ooooooooooo, yeah
Arranged a local dance, by your great aunt vance
Who could kill with a glance, oh aunty vance
What an awesome
Yeahhh, yeahhh, yeahhh, yeahhhh
[LL Cool J]
Uhh uhh
I was at rock bottom, my whole life was mo' problems
Reincarnation of a slave pickin cotton
Stress
day
laid by dreams
Cotton dresses, a Spanish border town
Dreams so far
From the subway, the crowds heading home
Close each day
In technicolor,
of those who thuggin' it
They want to lock us up 'cause they kids are lovin' it
Not knowin' that most rappers are straight-
The- ring out, whenever we
Ah, fair traveler, I shall weave a lyrical tale about James Palmy
a peculiar soul who shies away from the sun's golden embrace
human interaction's
in between, yeah, right
Know, what I mean? Spook that sat by the sound
Black like James Brown, it?s been goin' down
Spirit in your dark ass
Talk tougher than james cagney
Act smarter than charlie chan
Love longer than valentino
Or you never will be a man
I saw him down at the drive-in
of those who thuggin' it
They want to lock us up 'cause they kids are lovin' it
Not knowin' that most rappers are straight-
The- ring out, whenever we
in the garden and
helping pick the cotton and the corn
Then came the time of the Mississippi floods and all
of his work went down the drain
The land
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
the world massacred a language
Came fully equipped with the whips and tight grips
Eclipsed by the deaths of our fathers in light strips
Took all of our
The book don't end with Malachi
Devil will win employee of the month by the dozen
'Til one score and three years from the third when he doesn't
My village
Cray
Hound Dog Taylor
Stevie Ray
Etta James
Freddie King
James Cotton
Koko Taylor
Albert Collins
Johnny Winter
Leadbelly
Pinetop Perkins
Big Joe Turner
on dragonfly wings
And the gamekeeper fairy who lives in a mushroom nearby
Plays a lute made of pinewood & oak and plucks cotton wool strings
The last
singing Cowboy Slim
Chorus
Years went slowly by
Ethan lived under the Sky
Like a railroad bum who never rode a train
One day Elaine and Slim
Were dancing
Feel like James Bond
Swag on my fit like I'm James Bond
Hop in the whip like I'm James Bond
Driving the whip like I'm James Bond
Phone on my wrist
right away what happened
Somebody stole the D.J.
Who or why I had no clue
But I knew what I had to do
No eat no sleep, just work
Then walked past
and compadre-ay-ays
Menu for today-ay-ay happens to be the emcee-ay-ay
With a slice of ham and a sunny side ay-ay-egg
I choose a new style to play-ay-ay
Me and James
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