Lyrics:
the place to be and about this time
DJ Jazzy Jeff and yours truly the Fresh Prince in the house
We about to get busy old school style
Yo Jazzy
My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself
And it
That I caught the wrong message, and now it's time
I'm hearing from God, what amazing experience, as you hear from God
He said, "Is there forth any man
notepad, nigga, hold that
I'm a G by myself, you've gotta hold hands
I've never been disloyal
Like to buss joke, but I've never been a joke man
I came
a rich mans actions
Poor man take a rich mans tool kit
Poor man take a rich mans assets
To utilize it for revolution
Hard times take strong men
Strong men
No, I wrote that in 1975
In Binghamton, New York
Ragged Old Flag
I walked through a county courthouse square
And on a park bench an old
Man was
back, yeah
By the time you hear this one
I'll already be a hundred miles in the wind
By the time you niggas catch on
I'm already on my second lap,
there must be kind folks by the bushel
But I just believe that in this one old man Lord put something special
Why I've seen times when folks was sick
there must be kind folks by the bushel
But I just believe that in this one old man Lord put something special
Why I've seen times when folks was sick
cold. And so by degrees very gradually I made up my mind to take the life of
the old man and thus rid myself of the eye forever."
So I'm headed door
smooth and calm and shit was like"
"Where's my bone, nigga?"
"Yo man, yo I'm doin' it God, I'm doin' it, man
I'm sayin', like, no, no, like back in like
between space and time
Just a cosmic object, of zero importance
A wink of the cosmos is our whole life before us
50 years, a man's life
Already lived that
that's what we do for the motherfuckin', nine-five
(Ha, for the nine-five, yeah)
Sick Wid It Records, Jive all the time
(Understandin' the system, man
that's what we do for the motherfuckin', nine-five
(Ha, for the nine-five, yeah)
Sick Wid It Records, Jive all the time
(Understandin' the system, man
that old oak chest is the spirit of days gone by
He could never talk about while it burned him up inside
Can't change the hands of time he had to let it
Old man, just leave my head
Old man, just leave my head
Old man, just leave my head
Old man, just leave my head
It's your creation young man, don't
on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man
anymore
Phazed, phazed by the storm
I can't take anymore
Old man, the day you came to see me
You gave me more than just a vision
It was a passion, my heavy
home
I've been through a thousand phones
Long time I ain't been crib
Now it feels like my house ain't home
And big man wanna ride on me
They don't wanna
the flickering of light between the
tree trunks. Approaching, he sees an old man sitting calmly by a fire, as
if waiting for him. His left eye missing. His beard
As time goes by
Moonlight and love songs
Never out of date
Hearts full of passion
Jealousy and hate
Woman needs man
And man must have his mate
That
heights I wanna fly to Dubai
Old friends were acting up I had to wave them a goodbye
Now it good times good times
Coz good vibes is number one in your girls
a ten-bob note up his nose
Such a mean old man
Such a mean old man
His sister Pam works in a shop
She never stops, she's a go-getter
Takes him out
some time I'd fix the barn
Poor old girl, she needs a man down on the farm
And it's good old country comforts in my bones
Just the sweetest sound my
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