niggaz get fucked at tha county, nigga feel this like, [Young Chris] Fresh off tour Philadelphia is your's. Freeway thats my lean way that help me to score
mounted cannon in the battery Thundering, thundering louder than before Clarinets of ev'ry size And trumpeters who'd improvise A full octave higher than the score
parade on you today You won't need no progress chart Gonna open up your heart You hear what the blind man sees On your feet or on your knees 'Cause I know the score
fifty mounted cannon in the battery Thundering, thundering louder than before Clarinets of ev'ry size And trumpeters who'd improvise A full octave higher than the score
I, I still recall the first full moon of May ?Neath whose rays we lay together And those bright nights on glassy waves When we would glide lightly away
not they just wait for the beat of the silk-worm wing, wait for the heat to come down on us - full force of the law. Silk-Worm Wings Full force of gravity
