The idea of north was frozen like some glacial ice, so large and imposing - but quickly thawed by words of secrecy and thoughts of northern lights and
the idea of north was frozen like some glacial ice, so large and imposing - but quickly thawed by words of secrecy and thoughts of northern lights and
I can barely move I can barely see where we're going now The road is washed out from the river that flooded just north of town We stick stick stick stick
? How did he do it? It's anybody's guess Where did he get the twine? What was goin' through his mind? Did it just seem like a good idea at the time?
new I ain't frontin' but there ain't nothin' I can't do Listen man, I'm tellin' ya you can too Man you got no idea what the heck it took to get me here
Sometimes I get to feeling low Wish I could just pick up and go Somewhere new, I'd change my point of view Maybe somewhere I don't know Toss the idea
take a penny for my thoughts Right now, I'm overcharging you, of course Right now, but I've a question for you all Whose idea was it? What is the point
without a doubt 'Cause somewhere abstract coincidence happens See someone in passin' while out and about Next thing I know I'm happily travelin' Puttin' in action ideas
route to mine, tainted aspects Yell timber, you getting chopped by my gortex Dissect, tap ya [unverified] plus your chicken, we ripping Ship from NY to North
Bone Magazine here interviewing the (Three 6 Mafia) from Memphis who has a unique quality of rap style "What would you do if someone tried to duplicate your ideas
with Thomas Paine He said that all revolutions are not the same They are as different as the cultures That give them birth For no one idea Can solve every
it. throw some crumbs to the starving idealists. do they not bleed the same? are they not men? we got bigger desks now, and all my ideas are carefully
it throw some crumbs to the starving idealists do they not bleed the same? are they not men? we got bigger desks now and all my ideas are carefully
Hellhounds bark at the northern pale view... This is the common abyss for all alike Where the red, melted stone fl ow a scorching river Into the day in north
Marx and Mao Well thir ideas of freedom are just oppression now Nothing's changed for all the death that their ideas created It's just the same fascistic
us overthrow the government Let's fuck with them, have the first lady beat me off Till my semen's launched, then I skeet across her face like Peter North
