'll stir the stars around And watch them fall away into the Hudson Bay And plummet out of sight and sound The open summer breeze will sweep you through the hills
for my beautiful reward Searching for my beautiful reward From a house on a hill a sacred light shines I walk through these rooms but none of them
Look at them red niggaz, don't even get along Kill that noise, four niggaz bringin the skill Mad caps get peeled if you oppose the Hill Yeah that's right
birds sang their trills And when the moon was gone Hidden by the clouds I put the fire out somewhere in the hills His eyes could laugh I saw them laugh
Shall I cast my dreams Upon your love, babe And lie beneath The laughter of your eyes It's snowin' on Raton Come morning I'll be through Them hills
The car finally burned out around 3. The blue beacon of a silent patrol car threw new shadows into the street turning the window into a flickering monitor
head Wanting and getting Silent setting They're rolling Rolling up the hill Robbing and burning Waisted learning They're rolling Rolling up the hill
illegal [Incomprehensible] To start poppin' them thangs Before you say another word, tryin' to talk and explain Niggas wanna shout my name Best believe we got to bang Squeeze off, pop them
them bells, ring them bells She's takin' it all the way, oh what fun it is To watch her suck my dick this way Hey, ring them bells, ring them bells
is the chief of police speaking Do not steal police hate competition Where we gonna run, where we gonna hide? You've got the right to remain silent
come and gone Down the hills, they're movin' on Through the lakes and forests and the dale They will find tomorrow's rise Brings them all the bluest
on the breeze Look away I see them all Carved into The cavern wall Listen to The silent trees Listen to The silent trees Listen to The silent trees Listen to The silent
I am sitting still, I think of Angelique Her mothers voice over me And the bullets in the wall where it fell silent And on a thousandth hill, I think
spoke to the silent warrior Rising now from moons of black abyss Drinking the brew of wild herbs the Special ones growing only on those hills She was
water Springin' on the heads of plenty witches' daughters Interviews with the richest reporters Silent nights over the dividers, a 1000 Muslim bibles For the cobbler, Hebrews flee to the hills
In a slow silent walk I hear tha Violent talk I hear them talk half Asleep as they stalk what the man Is in this moon I'm punctual Like a star I've harbored