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Like a screen pass
The straps hang off of the arm
Like it's a lean bag and I can box
This right hand'll lean Cass'
I take him back to the early 2000's

Parkers Band

Steely Dan

Brooklyn

2004

believe what the boys are blowin'.
You got to come on, man, and take a piece of Mister Parker's band.
You'll be ridin' by bareback on your armadillo;

cheese at the end of this maze
Or hit the desk and fill out forms for days

Need I remind you how easy it would be
To take the city by storm, with a whole

on the street to a young brass band
And if the fuzzy tune doesn’t hold me
The way it should
All you had to do was be there
Left you on a beach in Vienna
Saw you

rhyme
Still had a smile saying
"I'm still gone shine"
Just like the moon I may go down but I'll be back by the next night
Get that right, yeah I take

a kickstand
I'm on it like Bandstand (I'm on it)
Sample game
Take the fame from the BandCamp
Make it rain from the BandCamp
Low brass at the band camp
High

to jewels nba baller I’m stupid
She say she this she say she that
My niggas they already knew it
Ran and they ran and they threw it
Band after band and she

ones
Whether they be young or old
I want to say something bold
That they will take away from

Have my whole life ahead of me
It's way too scary

Of an unsound heart
Things  fall apart

How are you getting on
cre you up to this
Turn your love light low
Till it glows like tarnished brass
Take a long look

Parker's Band

Donald Fagen

Masters

1999

believe what the boys are blowing
You got to come on man 
And take a piece of Mister Parker's band

You'll be riding by, bareback on your armadillo

on that metal like he was in band playing brass
I bet that shit blow like a horn
I bet that this girl come and blow me like they do in
Like they do in them

of
The Old Folks
Then one strange folk band downtown
Called The Holy Modal Rounders
Began to make it more anarchistic
With weird voices and drug jokes

"Moms

from Rome
She blowin' my brass like I'm a trombone
Tommy in yo tummy like I'm Al Capone
I got secrets
If I tell you it's deadly
Killing, pussy, stealing,

like hard bands 
I bet you're in demand 
In the motherland 

Whoah, not for profit! 
I am impressed 
And by the way you dress 
You don't care about

Product of the marching band and a troubled past
Years later, still keep the brass in my hand
Still skipping class, breaking rules, doing math

into repeat
1,000,000 wanna sign me
I can’t take underneath
Too much pressure in the streets
Stack it for the family
All the hate you feel the envy grow

cash
Aye

I'm makin' moves like the Flash
Knuckles is brass 
Smoking on gas got this green like it's grass
Goin' up fast
Sit yo' ass down like you pray

(big ship!)
It takes all the army and the navy
To put the wind up Sylvest

He thought he'd take a trip to Italy
He thought that he'd go by sea
He dived

Teet

Melvins

Houdini

1993

a well bow tis doe waaaaaaay! 

Submitted by Zodiac 

NIGHT GOAT: 
She wants my way to feel 
And I cut my teeth 
It's more nine hundred miles 
Oh,

on bitches with a shimmy, ODB
Get dropped and beat like it's EDM and I
Give ya girl my kids like its CPS. Take
Drugs, fuck school, bet I'm droppin' out soon
It

Montreal by the side of the river

I wanna make it out this streets where nothing ain't easy its a real city where for the Stash they can take yo life homie

cold fo some niggaz I aint getting back
its me im from the hart of the deep 
have you ever seen a nigga layed  dead in the streets
by the age of 13 I was

party's on Frenchman Street  
But I probably won't make it to one 
By the time we make if off old Dauphine  
We're like vampires in the mornin' sun

Walking on the street like I just don't care
All y'all can just sit and stare
Imma give zero effs
When it comes to me,
I'm highly favored and blessed