Lyrics:
is it Market Street in Philly
Ask most any college Romeo
To complete your education you must go....
Down the old ox road
Though you'll never find
Gone are the days when the ox fall down,
Take up the yoke and plow the fields around.
Gone are the days when the ladies said' "Please,
Gentle Jack
was clean
Sound of the thunder with
The rain pourin' down
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on
Gone are the days when the ox fall down
Take up
Musk ox
Musk ox
Musk ox
Musk ox
Witch-king
Musk ox
Musk ox
Musk ox
Witch-king
dusty but the liquor was clean
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on
Gone are the days when the ox
The ox's foot is of a horny substance,
The horns of
and break my jojo string
Honey I ain't gonna be the old work ox no more
You done 'mess around' let your doggone ox get hauled
My mama she got a mojo, place
You can trace the mystery of ancient history
Through art of artists and their models
You can comb through the Rome coliseum
And the rear
Well he rode through the woods on a big blue ox
He had fists as hard as choppin' blocks
Five hundred pounds and nine feet tall that's Paul
Talk about
Fire in the field
Ox, who have we carried?
Fire on the rail
Engine, oh my engine
Fire on the prairie
Dawn, who have we failed?
My promises
Not
me, just keep reppin' Southside for me)
(Nigga, I'm the stem, you the crack
I'm the clip, you the gat
I'm the Glock, you the mac
I'm the artist
South Ox punk revival
Play it out on old school vinyl
South Ox punk revival
cn existential fight for survival
cnd we'll keep on singing
We'll keep
Listen up and I'll tell a story
About an artist growing old
Some would try for fame and glory
Others aren't so bold
And everyone in friends
When Joseph was an old man,
An old man was he,
He married Virgin Mary
The Queen of Galilee.
He married Virgin Mary
The Queen of Galilee.
to the grand old hymn "The Old Rugged Cross"
Chill bumps appear and I am frozen in the web they weave as they reveal their
Innermost selves with the outpouring
officially do it with guns on tour
We lock down traps, push caps galore
My wiz cook work 'til it scale like fish
My old earth even known to handle biz'
I
there
I'm becoming old enough to wonder
Happy that I'm still too young to care
Masterpieces crumble, empires tumble down
Refugees and fantasies go
ya corpse near a whole choir
That's what u get for runnin round wit no grip like old tires
Issa Whole lotta bums in ya circle
Before rap I got money
Let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo
Let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo
It's never old
Let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo
Let it flow, let yourself go
Slow and low, that is the tempo
It's never old
I don't know
It's like when you go to read your own poetry
You get all choked up
Listen up and I'll tell a story
About an artist growing old
And down come the grey goose
Lord lord lord
He was a mighty big grey goose
Lord lord lord
Took an ox team to haul him
Lord lord lord
It took an ox team
wanna try it, fuck around and start a riot
Niggas gonna buy it, regardless because I'm the hardest
Rap artist and I'ma start this
Shit up for real, get
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