Lyrics:
still stuck here running on her time
In a sundown somewhere
Tonight I'll bet she's in some town out there
And I'm here losin' sleep
I'm going back
to die
I say today pray for your god
No winners in this war
You must kill'em all
Red fire at night
Red lights in the sky
Red fire at night
Red lights in
Throw your muthafucking Cincinnati hats in the sky
Nigga don't ask why
Red laces in and out of them Air Max nine fives I,
Walk on the moon, flow
They loaded up the sleigh that night
They headed out to do what's right
To pass out all the candy in the town
But somewhere along the way
Santa
meniscus
Dikembe Mutombo ordering jumbo shrimp
With a pimp
In Red Lobster eating buttermilk biscuit's
I'm proud, young, gifted
Somewhere in between red
Einstein in that I have a
Respect for life - in any form i believe in
Nature, in the birds, the sea, the sky
In everything
I can see or that there is real
(Ghost) Riders In the Sky
Vaughn Monroe
Peak Billboard position # 1 in 1949
Monroe may not have sung it precisely this way but a recording by
Red Chip Funk
Performed by Twenty-something DJ Franklin
Lyrics and arrangement by Raymond Francisco Quinton
Produced by Rabid City Records
(C)
what we did was damn right
Sky's crumbling
The clouds are painted with crimson red
Look away
The mushroom cloud is filling the air
There's no breath
Only
Man 1: What?
Mandy: This praising.
Wise Man 1: No, no, no.
Mandy: Oh! Well, if you're dropping by again do pop in. (they
take
99 Death Eaters
Under cover of a darkened sky
The Ministry's on red alert
There's something here from somewhere else
The Aurors all spring to life
a friend outside of town
Put my collar up, I found his name
And felt the wind die down
Then a drunk man in a cowboy hat
Took me by surprise
Wearin'
somethin in the air that don't quite right a red head
dead bride floats by ya ride a staind dress that once
was bright white baby breathe and steps on ya
Yo biz, let's send this out to the Propmaster Cool DJ Red Alert
Bring the beat in, Todd
Yeah, this is how we're doing it for the '93, we're
Just to get by, just to get by
Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer
Just to get by, just to get by
Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer
in their vice
Not begging you
I'm telling you
You won't break me
You won't make me
You won't take me under blood red skies
You won't break
sweat or blood
They stretched and strained in the darkness and the hours crawled by like years
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight
Cold on the stroke
up one day, forgetting you were ever here
Darling, it's you I remember with your red dress on
Dancing in the moonlight till the break of dawn
It's
at the red light
They don't want smoke, pull over get your head right
They don't want jokes, they smoking in the dead night
My niggas 'chillin at the red
Yeah, yeah
(Beats by Choc)
Okay, drug pack lookin' like Hunter S. Thompson
Rap good as that kid outta Compton
And the money comin' in, that's
Throw your sets up high in the sky (in the sky)
Let the whole club know that you in this bitch
Throw your hood up, nigga, let it fly (let it fly)
pursuit of sunken treasure...drifting so far off my course
I should've seen the red sky, in the morning light...and followed my true north
Somewhere we got
I come from the stars
Maybe I'm riding a wave
Raised by the Lord from a grave
Maybe I'm lifted in love and
Look from heaven above
Maybe somewhere out
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