got to keep on searching And wherever it takes me, I've got to go" [Aesop Rock] Ran away temper tantrum, decrepid anthem Set a low goal, I arrived late
lyrical maze, lyrical days God works in mysterious ways I'm the warlord of war, relieve the raw dog Niggas ain't even comin' close to my low score Niggas
It takes too much to please me Attached but no real feeling High fives and corporate anthems Nothing comes to mind Kite marked for true low standards
bullet came back that just missed and hit you I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to Need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to Too
the biggest roller When it come to that paper, that paper be like my partna My paper ain't never heard, the fat lady sing at the opera Sitting low in
booze This my dance song This this my dance song so lean back, lean back This the anthem so throw your damn hands up This the anthem so throw your damn
of Shaolin Special uninvited guests came in through the back door Ladies and gentlemen, it's them} Dance with the mantis, note the slim chances Chant this, anthem
hair He's a little shy but she gave him a smile So he said would you mind sittin' down for a while And talkin' to me I'm feelin' a little low She said
Which means you somewhere in between it I take it back for you like the Wild Stallions (Wyld Stallyns) of San Dimas Im in the market for low-mile 360
you please motherfuckin? rise? For the national motherfuckin? trapstar anthem Let?s go ?Cause bitch I?m amazin?, look what I?m blazin? Eyes so low, yeah
, who's the next on my chart to mark You know I swim wit the shark, why y'all niggas wanna start Big gram and knee low, stay on the d-low Rollin black
pockets, leavin change on tha floor 18, regime roundin. Pink houses fort green niggas they aint blend Wasnt safe on the a train, d, g or the f They set the cards low
get your feet rose Believe me, ain't none of them running up when heat blow You sleep though, you're whole sweet and low Free to go, deeper than six feet low
slums of Shaolin Special uninvited guests Came in through the back door Ladies and gentlemen, it's them! Dance with the mantis, note the slim chances Chant this, anthem
the heaven's band. No hidden vale, no wavewashed strand. Is loved, as is our native North. Our own forefathers' earth. Thy blossom, in the bud laid low
Gael! Men of the Pale! The long watched day is breaking; The serried ranks of Inisfail Shall set the Tyrant quaking. Our camp fires now are burning low
lay low On lanes that are wide where the limousines glide On the wrought iron gates and the bone China plates And don't forget your manners where the anthems