Lyrics:
Blackbird claw, raven wing
Under the red sunlight
Long clothesline, two shirtsleeves
Waving as we go by
Hundred years, hundred more
Someday we
ricans with fat asses
lace dutch masters, we dump ashes, on models and S classes,
for you bastards, catch a cab to manhattan,
with that broadway actin', u
Laughin not thinkin bout G's, I just blew in her
Playin like a King, on sheets of satin
Me and Shorty smack in, her crib in Manhattan
She had a big ole
the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when
so much head it's
Drawing out my energy i'm touring now
I need enough weed to pass around
Somewhere around a half a pound
Of that Manhattan brown
that dial
I rock from Manhattan to the Miracle Mile
My name's Mike D and I'm the ladie's choice
I want to get next to you like Rose Royce
Y'all
The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gray
The glory that was Rome is of another day
I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan
I'm
It was winter in Manhattan
Falling snow flakes filled the air
The streets were covered with a film of ice
But a little simple magic
That I heard
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
It was winter in Manhattan
Falling snow flakes filled the air
The streets were covered with a film of ice
But a little simple magic
That I heard
"Yo, is this your cat?" "Awww, yes! Where'd you find him at?"
"He was stuck in a tree up by uptown Manhattan"
"Well, how the hell did you save him? Are
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
to reality by a toot of a horn
Smoke everywhere, oh just what we needed
On the way to shop my demo, and the car overheated
Feelin real low, low enough to die
Canada
They can balance and they can climb
Like their fathers before them
They'll walk the girders of the Manhattan skyline
Shine your light on me Miss
I just, I just live
I live day by day, fightin' demons
I smoked away my brain, I think I'm goin' dumb
Cocaine up on my gums, I think they're
Listen homes, everything glisten homes
Yeah my gun and my rims both sit on chrome
You move your weight in the car, I move weight by the carload
I dropped
Mixtapes by wack DJs adds doo doo play
I'm on the turnpike, the city drifting down the highway
Like a mirage, the style there is all illusion
On videos
and dangerous
That you endanger us
I see purple skies
The tiles are crocked
The wall's are dusty
And i
Go into
The summer
All by my self
I go into
The summer
Not
of the World
The Blackbirds Are Rough Today
A Word on the Quick and Modern Poem Makers
Seahorse i Have Lived in England
Farewell, Foolish Objects
A Report Upon
An old violin never sounded so sweet
As the one played by old Carey's daughter
Had an eye on that girl, but a rival was there
Who went by the name
The flavor and the bite
Of raw blackbird, cold and bitter
Served on a platter plated in glittering gold
Repentance is a luxury
Reserved for richer blood
heart’s in the bosom of lovely Mary.
As Lily and Mary rove by yon shady bower,
Where Lily and Mary spent many the hour,
The blackbirds and thrushes sung
When I looked at the creator
I was impressed by the indifference
Moving rocks and trees all the things
That I could have ever think about
Here I
back in June
If she ain't back by August I may sing a different tune
Got it on my mind to run away and ramble
Calculated gamble, I may never come
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