Hey now I talk to spiders I think talking keeps me sane I hear voices from nowhere And this is what they say... All alone The old man sits and whispers
of expression and thoughts so sublime Could never do you justice in reason or rhyme Only one thing I did wrong Stayed in Mississippi a day too long Well, the devil
my daddy worked the furnaces Kept 'em hotter than Hell I come home from 'Nam worked my way to Scarfer A job that'd suit the devil as well Taconite coke
: Black dog bit through the keeper?s chain Small and angry when the Devil came Sold my soul like a pocket knife There was no moon, there?ll be no milk
and still a thug now I'm turnin' the streets into graveyards We lay them in cages, the eons left precise in clay jars Put 'em in tombs with mummies, and
: The devil moon Took me through the alley Down by the Kardomah And the Centrale To the mews Running through the backstreets Where the blacks sold fire
And thoughts so sublime Could never do you justice Reason or rhyme There's only one thing that I did wrong I stayed in Mississippi a day too long The devil
seen in my entire life You are the most beautiful thing these eyes have seen I met you at St. John?s Cathedral down on Amsterdam Made a trade with the devil
got the ball, you know we scorin' Yeah, and thats how we rockin' heavy metal I'm up in this bitch wit' more Bloods than a blood vessel Pitt goin' down, say hello to the devil
dat?) The Funk D-O-C Spock hash mouth rhymer The Prime Timer, sharper than barber shop liners Look at my chin - ninety degree bent When I spit I make devils
to the fruit More bass than Bootsy Collins You verses me Thats like Ali verses Foreman (a-ha) God's act, stand back and watch Devil's time out Can't be
the back While Jesse hung a picture on a wall Now Jesse went to rest with his hand on his breast The devil upon his knee he was born one day in the County Clay
my daddy worked the furnaces Kept 'em hotter than hell I come home from 'Nam worked my way to scarfer A job that'd suit the devil as well Taconite
Cutlass Regals, Pontiacs and Chevrolets We ride, we ride Chevrolets ('let's) Chevrolets ('let's), Chevrolets ('let's) [Verse 1: David Banner] I got a big '67 'Lac Coupe DeVille
storms... I gotta stay strong Take deep breaths, hold on long, bring the harm with no regrets, on my chest, let me knowledge be born on levels, wild, devil
Fest [Chubb Rock] Whether it's he say or she say, they say or I say If you believe in Ali, or you call him Cassius Clay If you're gold or platinum if
away from everything Out amongst the tombstones Cookin up that hurricane Take a sip for testin then' Pour a little on the ground Soak up in that georgia clay
