Lyrics:
(Change is coming)
(Change is coming)
(Change is coming)
(Change is coming)
Rise my people
Rise my people
We have come too far
We have waited too
here in the far east
Outchea you might know no one
Fellas here always showing luv
Watch your mauf, watch whatcha say
(Whatcha say)
Before your mouth put
That made me really wanna stop in my sin I
Was robbed my God they
Were pullin' hostages in
But yet this was all I knew so as
Far as I was concerned
This is architect music
Verbal street opera pop a 'tec man fully got the projects booming indeed
I ran through the tunnel
Terrorize speed
That's when
serves the Gospel to
Strike the right nerve
So when you finished with this cypha music
If the Cross ain't done yet
Then neither is the movement
His mercy,
is my gold tank, everywhere I go don't belong
I'm known by most, hated by many, endured by the rest
Police in dead skin, I'm so East,
well then why
of grey dirt
4 prophets spread the holy gospel of Gods word
All knowing, all places, intelligent movement
Symbolised as the goat worshipped by his
the bald-headed to the dreaded
To folks with butters, high rollers in rollers
Players with plats studs with stockin' caps I be rockin' raps
'Til I collapse
Rhymes I wrecks affects the roughnecks
Down to the preps in the Polos, the studs with fros
Hoes with weaves, the bald-headed to the dreaded
To folks
to the Spanish but now it is our own
We made makina better by adding a microphone
these tunes are amazing and for mcs are ideal
Makina music an mcing sounds so
"The Red-Haired Girl from Hazard"
words and music © Grant Maloy Smith
From the album APPALACHIA: AMERICAN STORIES
You were raised in the hills
It is sad to think that the first few
People on earth needed no books, movies
Games or music to inspire
Cold-blooded murder the day
That Cain bashed
folk in the east let me get one star
Highlanders in the middle let
Me get two stars
No lights in the west let me get three stars
And for the Mississippi
Words and music by John Kay
I fried in the sun just outside San Bernadino
Flagged me a ride in a rattletrap ford
Rollin' back east to the northern
and bounce with it
Come on and bounce with it
Young Blood We Boomin'
We just boomin' as we booling
With that cross colour movement
Blasting music till
to the top
Because I've locked it up and lost myself
In the music, won't abuse it
I'll just use it to be a symbol like you did for a movement
So this my
100 reason why they call me 100milez.
I been at it with this music thing even as a child.
I ain't stopping this movement you see gotta hold it down.
If
Early one mornin' the sun was shinin',
I was layin' in bed
Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all
If her hair was still red.
Her folks they said our
South of the mountains, east of the Bay
Little city, big town, call it what you may
Drive through the valley, it’s a marvelous sight
Moonlight in
far away
Well the young folks roll all around the cabin floor
They're merry, all happy and bright
By-and-by hard times will come a-knocking at my
Ya'll got me feeling sanctimonious
Knowing that you're showing phoniness
Holden folks with golden coated shit
Catch their eyes to coast on loneliness
caused by the disruption is speculated
To be far worse than allowing the ride to run its course
The only true anecdote would be to decided to board
I chose
with pros
Hoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the dreaded
To folks with butters, high rollers and rollers
Players with plat studs with stocking caps I
I seen the light, yeah
D-d-d-die about me
Oh she, it can't be defined by me
When I set it in motion
Never question the motive
Mhm, mhm
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