with Speedy and shout hooray That's steel guitar heaven to me I heard about steel guitar heaven I'm going when I die I heard Paul Bixby's been waiting He's
real one's move Commando, that's Marlon Brando's move Yo, it's the Y.O.G.I. uptown's big digga Hit ya with the rhythm that make that back quiver Comin' with
, you can make a clone an then You try to enslave it? Stealin' DNA samples from the unborn And then you comin' after us' cause we sampled a James Brown horn? Scientists who's
to know That I could've been with you (something about you) I could've been with you (can't live without you) All my thoughts are filled with you
here, well, they are big business They're union so they only come out at night But they'll scare you half to death when you are sleeping So please remember
text book still try'na bounce past while i hit em with the no look now gimme the loot henacy and juice while spittin with papoose in my fireman suit if hip-hop is dead we
pessimist Seems to have got the best of me We start out sugared up on Kool-aid and manifest destiny And we memorize all the president's names like little trained monkeys And then we
me baby" sweet brown shuga "tell about me baby" sweet brown shuga "tell about me baby" that's what I call this female "tell about me baby" "tell about me
bound it's hands and fed it on lies Deep in it's mind thoughts are suspended in hate A frozen tomb earth's womb a dire state Who am I what am I where
resist me I'm a pit bull in time Your pretense is not what restricts me It's the circles inside The anatomy of kisses and a teacher who tries Who knows how we
big bell rings our day's at an end We clear our throats from the dusty air The machinery's din we always hear Now I lay me down to work I pray my
filling up with gasoline Fidel Castro's brother spies a rich lady who's crying Over luxury's disappointment So he walks over and he's trying To sympathise
away the nights with sights with bright lights Seeks still ride, engage in street fights Two to the head, pull around, he's dead Suspect fled, caught up with
[Eva:] It doesn't matter what those morons say Our nation's leaders are a feeble crew There's only twenty of them anyway What is twenty next to millions who Are
underground (eva:) It doesn't matter what those morons say Our nation's leaders are a feeble crew There's only twenty of them anyway What is twenty next to millions who Are
a B or C Their stomachs are empty, there?s not enough MD's But we can spend millions chasing WMD's Or we can just build a pipeline in the Mid-East And
man who's fight was for the masses He gave his life Say hey Johnny boy, the battle call United we stand and divided we fall Together we are what we can