Let freedom ring with a buckshot, but not just yet First we need to truly understand the nature of the threat And a pale man walks in the threshold of
night he strayed to the milky way to cast his nets upon it He spied the tail of a great big whale and he harpooned Haleys comet He never had a pot for
is gettin worse, its always been like this, Lifes a game of give an take an people take the right piss, I've seen a most self-righteous a man fall off
I could see you; if that's not too absurd. Am I in love? or am I dreaming? 'Cause I'm not sensibly just taken by your words; for once I found a cure.
dusk [Chorus w/ "Raw without a doubt" as last line] [Bekay] Bekay's the reason that your label got a street team The definition of a street dream
be okay with you here by my side Once upon a time in a distant land there lived a mighty King married into money, the daughter of a banker a queen to wear a
World War II, coffee stained stack of maps, a little Propane stove, a pile of old quilts, a can opener, kipper Snacks, smoked oysters, gun powder tea, a copper teapot, and A
I just can't see myself on the company line There's another season gone and lord I'm feeling strong Got to find a way to keep this dream dreaming on
a part of me that's wishin' I could stay From the sage of Cheyenne on up north to Cody I've drifted like a rollin' tumbleweed And a thousand pair of eyes
to Texas Eat rappers for breakfast, murder a beat Got peoples from Florida to Old Orchard Beach Up north, but of course I show up with a team Roll deep
with Phonte C'mon [Phonte] Yo, Yo Eh yo I love waking up with a extreme purpose After a night of playin' dream merchant Right this way, this a matter
a member of the Communist Party?" - SENATOR JOSEPH MCCARTHY "A blast from the past! A blast from the past! A blast from the past!" "Baby, you re the greatest
northern lights Primitive things stir The hearts of everyone We sometimes catch a window A glimpse of what's beyond Was it just imagination Stringing us along? More things than are dreamed
if you bite tell your man what kind of flower's you like So Bloodshed A yo, mellow my nigga Yo, just get on the mic and pull the emcee trigger [Bloodshed:] A