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to climb and after a while
Stopped and looked out through the leaves
"I see a hill, with a castle at the
Top, flags are flying and horses are running
There

red
Cutting pussies off like the execution of witchcraft
I’m super fly no stressing
Super but no man

Lil’Mama got Babies
Superfly no stressing

Pussy

One Beer

MF Doom

MM..Food? [CD/DVD]

2004

like
"It's on me, put it on my tab kid"
However you get there
Foot it, cab it, Iron horse it
You're leaving on your face, forfeit
I crush the mic,

Gun for the Whole Family

Aesop Rock

None Shall Pass

2007

slow dance
Turn a young'n to a dozen paper dolls holding hands.

And tricky was a wooden horse pushed up on your porch
So chicanery was yours to engage

we're being watched)

I brought gauze two kind of knives
Carrots for the horse tie his own flies
If you're coming, bring soap
Something for the cough

tab kid"
However you get there, foot it, cab it
Iron horse it
You're leaving on your face, forfeit
I crush the mic, hold it like the heat
He might toss

Two Steps, Step Out

The Go-Betweens

Before Hollywood

1983

left with someone that I miss
I'd walk a hundred miles
sold my horse, got fired by the consul
a testament to flags, I was hostile
tried faith

Nothing Ever Happens Round Here

Chris de Burgh

Quiet Revolution

1999

She was a girl from a one-horse town, the only place for miles around,
Cutting hair in the modern style, putting in the nine to five,
But every

Big Joe Mufferaw

Stompin' Tom Connors

Sings Canadian History

folks say

And they say Big Joe had an old pet frog 
Bigger than a horse and he barked like a dog
And the only thing quicker than a train upon a track

I tried to tell you
I didn't know how to stay
You believe she can see through
Cutting at the silent clay
A relief, beckon deep blue
Fettered in

in that brown water
Still rhyming like I'm holding headphones to the mic on Sound Recorder
Like I'm still selling punchlines
Eyes red, cutting

those eyes where the angels fall
and sailors lie down
come and go
cutting the day in fast cars
you put your finger on god 

i said give me more.

Yo everything I been through
Many decisions that probably did offend You
I chose so much off the world’s menu
Out here cutting up reminds of a Ginsu

the boat or sink like lead
Like a wise man said
Why you tryna rev?
From the south
To the east
To the north
But the horse still belongs
In the wild wild west

things

You feel you're not ready, the fuck you mean
Don't try to get over on me
Your brain be spaghetti
My soldiers are ready
We move like 500 horses
I

and bitches 
All give me an itch
This minimum wage 
Ain't cutting this shit 
So I ran to the stu 
And I wrote me a hit
I must admit 
That I love designer
Gucci

Armor adorned like a horse for war
Fed to the wolves just to right the score
And find balance, stuck between forces
Push it all down till minds can

pleasure yeah I had to separate it
Married the money I can't get divorced (Ay, Ay, Ay)
Ride in a Porsche truck I'm on my high horse (Skr, Skr, Skr)
Cold

a nigga in the back
Sliding on yo block, nigga rat tat tat tat
485 horses we deep as hell in them Scats
Look, I be sliding on the lodge
She asked me what I

busting
Like a.....Like a....like a old cougar
25 in the clip, I'm my own shooter
I be cutting up like I know Krueger
Ice plus the drip, who you know cooler

high-strung and I'm seething
Man I could eat 'em up like a cannibal
That's why seedy bush ain't cutting it
Free kush I don't budget shit
Vin and me gotta

on my daughter garments
Treat it likes it’s now or never
Cutting ties imma let it sever
Take this shit to another level
Play wit bands like it’s heavy

those set days, while you’ve been
Cutting people from your corner like you’re serving temp fades
And I foresee
That a look in the mirror might just go

marked up, but she don't have no tattoos
Let that white horse gon and sweep her mind away to a resort
Before he's deep in, Kisha's sipping martinis by