again, i'm feeling fine There's the River Charles and Kenmore Square I don't want to go anywhere There's another show, get in the van To another town
Two in the morning dry-dock town The river rolls away in the night Little gypsy moth she's all tied down She quiver in the wind and the light Yeah and
In what? In stereo How long, until it's time to go? Baby doll It's the Biz Markie, and the Def Squad Oh see, we gotta do this again like this, check it
home I was thinking about the easy courage of my distant friends They said, ?I could let this bridge wash out and never make amends? Can I blow this small town
Two in the morning dry-dock town The river rolls in the night Little gypsy moth she's all tied down She quiver in the wind and the light Yeah and a sailing
? 2002, Yeah Underground Hip-Hop, only, nuttin commercial 'bout this Yo, I'm Moses the Lawgiver Let's suppose I flow like the river when I deliver Sssssss
I leave town, take a ride Maybe see the countryside All green and gold I'll breathe a better air I'm told The city life is fine But is seems like all
find it hard breathe Without you next to me Gonna leave this phone hangin' I'm gone Before the sun goes down Gonna ditch this town Population minus one
And some cool threads Its good to see you Well hello friend I had to leave my home and get out I've been all around town to town Room to room Moon to
Where I crawled barefoot with a fishing pole To the rock that overlooked that steel head hole But it's true, silver river turning blue It was a small town
quot;yeah, yeah, yeah. wooo. we're going to take you up that mississippi river Now one time. yeah one time. up to an old favorite town of mine where i
hairless and blind cavalry With your hands in your pockets, stubbily running To where I'm unfresh, undressed and yawning Well, what is this craziness? This
two options Turn yourself in.. or come out BLASTING!" *boom* [Kool G. Rap] The chase ain't over, the battle ain't done yet Get your ass out of town
in this town This place used to be my home This town I used to call my own Over the years nothin' and nobody's grown In this place, I used to call my
now I find it hard breathe Without you next to me Gonna leave this phone hangin', I'm gone Before the sun goes down Gonna ditch this town Population
(Mike on lead) The mist of the morning in this strange town, lifted slowly with the sun, refracted the rays in a thousand ways, a new day just begun.
junk No cop gotta a right to call me a punk Take this ticket go to hell and stick it Put me on a kick butt line up, times up This government needs a
summer ground He fled the town He went down South and crossed the border Left chaos and disorder Back there over his shoulder One morning he awoke in a green