"I'm the minstrel man, the cleaning man The pole man, the shoeshine man I'm a nigger man, watch me dance I put the lyrics on the paper with the pen Evil
me if you can, I'm running past while y'all walk [Verse 6 - Ca$his] Shady made me for bringing it back For the history of rap It's gone with a snap,
a thousand sighs There's holy pictures of our children Dancin' in a sky filled with light May I feel your arms around me May I feel your blood mix with mine
dollars Imagine everybody flashin', fashion Designer clothes, lacin' your click up with diamond vogues Your people holdin' dough, no parole No rubbers, go in raw, imagine law with
sun But I go And keep getting closer to that light I think I might... CHORUS 2. Raindance © Vigoda/Gruber 1993 Whatcha do whatcha do with the fire Whatcha do whatcha do with
is a jungle, I struggle hustle Monday through Sunday They tell me the world is mine but shit I don't want it, who want it? How could it be mine and I
can't kiss my kids goodnight Put em to bed, tuck em tight And catch some sleep and that's all right, that's all right I'll get mine, yeah I'll get mine
-Lo] Shit, behold it is me, it is the epitome of extraterrestrial energy Experiment and enter the internals of the inner me The art of gone, and heart
I lost your real mind I find you, finder's keeper's so you mind too Your mind can't match mine when I do mine Call mine, my mouth is a fucking gold mine
darling to clear my head Just put down those scissors baby on this single bed The sand in the hourglass is running low I came through thunder, the cold wind
do NaNaNa, NaNaNa, NaNaNa, NaNaNaah NaNaNa, NaNaNa, NaNaNa, ey ey it's what I do Single once again, I'm bout to go where I never been Gone with the wind
thirteen mile goodbye Now this can't be paranoia It's just coincidence At the Palace Theatre on the corner's playing "Gone With The Wind" And there's
the smoke alarms and doors See I somke alone, I need grass like lawn mowers Say dutch time, roll up it's clutch time And I burn mine, don't you ever ever touch mine
She's never on a diet, my pockets they gain weight And me without her is some I can't take Now we gone ride like the wind, my lover, my dividends She
lost catch me if you can, I'm running past while y'all walk [Ca$hi$] Shady made me for bringing it back for the history of rap it's gone with a snap,
boom Tick, tick, tick, yeah, 5'9 uhh Yo I'm the verbal-spit Smith Wesson I unload with sick spit, the quick wick could split a split-second Bomb with
Go down, gone with the wind, he's a he-she Bitch ass nigga for sale, like Magilla Standing in the window, with a sign, "Yes, I fuck men, though" [Interlude
