Lyrics:
The liberation of imagination
Is the lock and the key
Blade of the evermore
Guides my blood to distant shores
As the waters part beneath my oar
The radiation of my
A little black and a little white
But it's mostly a foggy gray and we must muddle through
WE are all in one boat and we each have an oar
We are all trying
Island blew their horns (Am9)
Mornings are golden above the splash of my
oars
As I rowed back to our Grampian sloop
But Cuttyhunk beckons with old
album's hot and your album's not
I done been getting movie deals
I done been getting paid like Vinzel
I done been by ?
And five double o's
And 1 2's
of Saracens have flowed by my work of sword My Basileus my emperor You have left me no choice but to escape Taking my men and from the hall We are breaking our
Introduction
(Ray Price - Willie Nelson)
When the evening sun goes down
Hi neighbors it is sundown at our house
As we make this new Columbia album
This is a public service announcement brought to you in part by Slim Shady
The views and events expressed here are totally fucked
And are not
beautifully articulated
Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature
of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it
The styles they're
the oppressor
Tell them M Higher said it
Send them an email send a fax send it by a Fedex
We are our own tomorrow we can't be ruled by Relics
It's time for our
man or a clown with balloons
We face down in the soup
Bent like a bow or a 'bow' or a U
Loud as a crowd getting down at the stoop
Throw your oars
code
It says that both your legs must go
Chopped to pieces
Ripped to shreds
You're gonna wish that you were dead!
Grab him by his manky hair
slack and loose. throw the oars overboard, for they're no use. we'll let the tides take us where they choose. we'll just keep drifting, hoping the waves
and listen
Iyo ham, ham
Oh nkosi yam
A lot of people tried to discourage me man
And told me I must not do this album man
Why sing about Tambo
Leave politics
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I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
workin' on nigga? (Um, you know, I got Curren$y album)
(And quietly workin' on my album, ya dig?)
Oh, I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next
Island
To shows at the garden
Automatic startin' in the drop got
Your bitch pussy fartin
My album about to drop in 7 days
But I still poke a rapper
my trick ain't for kids, if you dig 'em, you'll get smacked
I'll clock ya, I'll spring forward, you fall back
Every album that I drop has got more
This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the John Denver Album. It has also been released on the Country Classics, Reflections
the trap spot
(Trap spot)
Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self
(Damn self)
By my damn self, out there by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
I cant let em catch me lackin
Architect no rapper this is more than an album
I was born by the river
By the river
In a little tent
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