hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle; his boots »
The Highway Man
Live in Paris and Toronto [Enhanced]
by Loreena McKennitt
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riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming! she stood up strait and still!
Vii
Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! tlot-tlot, in »
Highwayman [Live]
Farewells & Fantasies
by Phil Ochs
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Somber as a wave bye bye
Searching for solution, without constitution
Black coats by our sides
Promising salvation
Advocating dogma as tickets »
Strange Denial
No Substance
by Bad Religion
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Reuben
Father we've something to tell you, a story of our time
A tragic but inspiring tale of manhood in ist prime
You know you had a dozen son »
One More Angel in Heaven
Ovation
by Paul Nicholas
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we usually call him just Gus
His coat's very shabby, he's thin as a rake
And he suffers from palsy that makes his paw shake
For he was in his youth »
Gus: The Theatre Cat
The Andrew Lloyd Webber Collection
by John Gielgud
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Mending holes in their coat
Fasting and feasting on bread and margarine
Burning dreams build upon buried hopes
United Kingdom - you`d better ring them »
United Kingdom
Beauty Stab [Germany]
by ABC
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usually call him just Gus
His coat's very shabby, he's thin as a rake
And he suffers from palsy that makes his paw shake
For he was in his youth quite »
Gus: The Theatre Cat [From: Cats 1981]
Surrender
by Sarah Brightman
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won't
all niggaz can really do is
have a vest under the coat (come on)
Chorus 2x
Verse two
me and my two mans,
gave money twenty »
Heat
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
by DMX
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blood on your hands
Behind a coat of arms the jewels of gilded lies know
The crown prepare the sacrifice
And she prepares to die, oh
Radiant »
Blood on Your Hands
Killing Joke [2003]
by Killing Joke
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Bakatono bakemono henna ojisan
Gamushara sekuhara henna ojisan
The king is in the winter, in the winter of his prime
Welcome to the kingdom »
Corkscrew King
Otto Spooky
by Momus
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And if tomorrow ever comes we'll buy ourselves new boots and coats;
We'll set things straight with all our friends. (and I'm still waiting)
And if »
If Tomorrow Ever Comes
White Noise
by Cop Shoot Cop
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take a mile grab em up
Paint a ten clear coats to make it shine
Make me circle through the neighborhood 55 times
With my gas tank full, drank »
Just Like Candy
Screwed Up, Inc. Presents the Best of Suavehouse
by Suavehouse
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cocked hat at his forehead
A bunch of lace at his chin
A coat of claret velvet
And breeches of brown doe-skin
They fitted with nary a wrinkle
His »
The Highwayman
The Book of Secrets
by Loreena McKennitt
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line, I kick mines, like a mother's womb
I'm, still in my prime, fuck them other dudes
No biting's the rule, but we can eat each others food
Flash »
It's That Wu Shit
Wu Massacre
by Ghostface Killah
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Yo, you can try to bring prime mills to the real
Lost Boyz losin pride in the program
Sutures in my coat, sat down and wrote
Think for my critics »
Love, Peace & Nappiness
Love, Peace & Nappiness
by The Lost Boyz
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The night time is an ill time cause nuff crime
happens that never gets aired on the prime
TV stations, public relations
gives the okay for what gets »
The Big Man
The One
by Chubb Rock
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in the shop, take a mile, grab em up
Paint a ten clear coats, to make it shine
Make me circle through the neighborhood 55 times
With my gas tank »
Candy
Purple Drank, Tha Mixtape, Vol. 1
by 8Ball & MJG
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I split that and spit that unanimous quote
No hope when I battle I'm staggering folk
They slip-sliding away there rappers ain't dope
Get my coat, I »
Alright With Me
Kristyles
by KRS-One
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low like a blind bird
They say on the way to heaven man you chauffered
I think I wear white cash mear coat if its 20 below
I only live 8 miles from »
Ate Miles from the City of Dope
Bullet Symphony: Horns and Halos #3
by Equipto
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the muthafuckin weed's at
[Verse 1 - Daddy X]
It's on this time, in my prime blowin hella smoke
I got the mountain side growing going out for broke
We got them »
Where's the Weed At?
Koast II Koast
by Kottonmouth Kings
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and automobiles
He also controls all the seafood trade
He got, the skrimps, the lobsters, the primes
The selmon, the little selmon, the big selmen
The sardines, »
Ice Cold
Baby aka the #1 Stunna
by Baby AKA The #1 Stunna
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also controls all the seafood trade
He got, the skrimps, the lobsters, the primes
The salmon, the little salmon, the big selmen
The sardines, »
Ice Cold
Baby aka the #1 Stunna [Clean]
by Baby AKA The #1 Stunna
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down South
My real pops was a pusher, when we left he had a section
So I keep it in the family, or at least I make connection
With the prime figures for »
Autobiographical
Non-Fiction
by Black Sheep
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Who the fuck I be I, you cannot see I
Flabbergasted, blasted, my Magnum P.I.
Oops I lie, I got a cannon bout the size of Grand Canyon
I'm prime time, »
Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad
The Coming
by Rampage The Last Boy Scout
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coats with our hands in our pockets
Slappin' all you scary-ass rap artists, half-retarded
Swear by our forefathers
Anything you speak, think, or show »
Horsementality
2000 B.C.
by Kurupt
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