Lyrics:
they played and the mark they made with the shifts that they put in
Sam Cooke and Johnny Murphy, Mick Sinnett and Hugh Quin
John Cousins, William
Chris
And Chris went out in the woods and now he's amiss
Cuz William Birkin made the g virus
Turning reality into Exodus
Help comes along from a chick
frustration and anger within
Destroyed the creations that were precious to him
He abandoned ambition
For a quieter life
In a Worcestershire village
With his
This song is a derivative of Child Ballad 44, with a tune by
A. L. Lloyd. It was recorded by John Roberts & Tony Barrand on
Dark Ships in the Forest,
a place in Harlem
Where the streets they look like Africa
And the trees are in better condition than the homes so abandoned
P S 197
Where I study my
the mind creates
And the t-h-c adds to the mental elevate
Like Katt Williams said it gives you that “Fuccit”
Won’t see it as bad as the hole
In the bucket
This song is a derivative of Child Ballad 44, with a tune by
A. L. Lloyd. It was recorded by John Roberts & Tony Barrand on
Dark Ships in the Forest,
Riding in that see ya, boy I wouldn't be ya
Brodie keep them woods, he a carpenter like Jesus
The plug must be John Cena cause we ain't fuckin seen him
My
my shoulder,
"We'll meet again someday on the avenue,"
Tangled up in blue.
I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
by the Inner Forest... The shepherd abandoned three sons into the woods... One lived on and grew up with the wolves...
Far away from “humanitarian”
It's no sequels, B3 cases, C3P0's
Before Morpheus and Neo was killin' 'em
We was duckin' roulette's in the hood like Remo Williams
Understand
wrongs I've done
Some of them really were fun
Those who don't deserve
To be by my side
Sorry I'm not that perfect
In the art of pen as I'm with guns
(Guns
by
Lawyer Jabob's wife she is expecting and he wonders why in blazes
How his wife could come to blame now they tried so many times before
Walking
god
Abandoned and devoured by the larvae of those who abhor
Distant lull
Deep in the subconscious
Unstoppable urge...uncontrolled
Now coming
tellin' ya'll now you seein' what I mean and shit
John Williams still workin' on my theme and shit
(Yo yo yo)
Find a better place
It's Esoteric wreakin'
Rocking Chair by Nathan Peter Williams
Push the plane over the river
There’s a war on the other side
Pictures of my girl in the paper
Wishing her
in disguise like John Gacy
You got one plaque and it's not even your song, I got 80, uh
Lately y'all are lazy
Waitin' to be carried
Lotta y'all are
Looking through the windows
One, two, three, and to the four
Eazy muthafuckin' E
With the chrome to your dome
Cruisin' in my '64 rag top
I got a lot
by the craft in a rap booth
And Ill have to surpass you if you stand in the path too
A stack in the back room like a man that is half goon
I'm a have
a kick door my niggas be ramblin' (boom)
I got a bag on my back like I'm Santa Claus (bag)
Finesse a nigga, Papa John's up in Panama (bitch)
First
beat dad, that isn’t a parent
I told all of my friends, now I’m embarrassed
That life isn’t mine, one I would cherish
She was stuck in the woods, now I
Abandoned playground in the dead of night
Blackwood Steady lit up by moonlight
Gallivanting through the woods at Twin Hills
Getting fucked up down
On the avenue
Tangled up in blue
I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the axe
I chose to live this life, I be stickin this dick up in these hoes hoes
'Til a couple of bitches bitches get caught by they niggaz
Niggaz
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