Here's the remedy, for all your cornball raps. Brooklyn's back on the map, I'm not bragging. Defeating all foes, bring your styles. I stomp out the last dragon.
More Often Than Not (David Wiffen). . Well, have I not been quite far enough. How many times do you have to die now. How many sets has it been. Not another one, oh no.
yo, yo, yo. imma bout to tell you about the time i ran 'nto billy jean. shorty that michael jackson sung about on his joint. yo, she was a crazy freak, but she used to be buggin out 'n all that.
I think I see a wagon rutted road. With the weeds growing tall between the tracks. And along one side runs a rusty barbed wire fence. And beyond it sits an old tar paper shack.
(laughter). *scratching*. *Down the world is...*. . {Jeru The Damaja. This is to my brothers and sisters in the ghetto. Avoid jail legend, fingerprints on full metal.
Kris Kristofferson. . Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the train,. Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans.. Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained;.
I heard some MC's wanna bring it. But a female is one of their strongest men. When I step to you, don't seek refuge. Make it happen, fuck the rappin'.
The whole world's topsy turvy. You feel like you're upside down. Everyday it's a push and a shove. People tryin' to get around. . Working hard, tryin' to make some bread.
f/ Lil Dap, Miz Marvel. . Intro: Jeru The Damaja. Yes yes. . Check it out right here now, knowhatimean?. Henryville, the muthafuckin bitchez wit dikz.
Jerry Jeff Walker. . Life's calling you son, time to travel on. To see the world, and to learn just how to sing your song. But as you go, though we love you so.
f/ Miz Marvel. . {Miz Marvel. It's the sinister sister, leave mics so hot make hands blister. . Try to catch me but all you heard was "Damn you just missed her".
Jerry Jeff Walker. . Manny was a maker of hats, Manny was much more than that. He was the kind of guy, you and I would want for a friend. Manny was a regular guy, with an old soul look in his eye.
Now I don't be foolin' around, I tell the truth. Nothing's secret. . As devils search for the secrets to immortality. I alter my physical chemistry. Walk through the valley of the shadow of death.
You can see it in his eyes. In the way he walks and the way he talks. The kids try and break him, his father violates him. But he won't wave that S.O.S. white flag.
Stephen Fromholz. . Narrator:. In a bar in Arizona. On a sultry summer day. A cowboy came in off the road just to pass the time away. He pulled a stool up to the bar and pushed his hat back on his head.
Jerry Jeff Walker. . I woke up this morning feelin' like a million bucks. Looked over on the pillow, there lay my lady love. And I thought how much we'd grown to love the life we chose to live.
You wanna front WHAT??Jump up and get bucked. . The original, Dirty Rotten's fuckin shit up. Empty your clip of lyrics, in your chest and gut. All punks play the floor, it's raw and hardcore.
Hollow, the devil's eyes. Besiege and clever lies, he'll pull you under. Won't let you up for air. Try to reason, there's no fucking answer. Try to leave he's like a fucking cancer.
Pat Garvey. . I watched the feather river glide. Over shinin' golden sand. Struck a silver ribbon wide. Held a million in my hand. But beside the lookin' for.
Do you know me?. I was on TV in 1963. For armed robbery. Here's my story, yeah. . I didn't even keep the money. It's my time, my time was standing still.