We're code rebels walking in the freezing night. We're Heatseekers born beneath the shooting light. and nothing can stop us we're outside of time. and everyone knows we burn at fever heights.
You Troy, I'mma come on the rhythm. With a little communism. . Chick-a chick-a I'm. Chick-a chick-a on. Chick-a chick-a my. My, own shit. Like an entrepreneur, that stepped in manure.
Red Rover, come over, pick clovers. Let's spend a little time away. We're learning, we're turning. We're burning our hands. Playing in the fire today.
Tell me what will become of the youth of today. in a culture blind to its own decay because. We're all caught in the big swing of things and. the knot's cinched tight by a bunch of little strings..
In this festival of time when I seek but will not find. Would you shine some feelings into my eyes?. Could you climb with healing into my tired mind?.
[Common]. Cold-blooded, cold-blooded, hard-core. Rough and rugged, rugged and raw. For you and your-your, for you and your. You got the C to the, huh - cold-blooded.
the old irish curse showed up in a hearse. picked me up and dropped me off at a well. now you show in the ruins, ask me how i'm doing. baby can't you tell?.
Silence is falling. I'm calling just like a child. Shaking and aching. I'm faking it all the while. . And then I wake up in the night. So I can try to be a little more than I am.
A hem. What we have here is a very serious delicate situation. Lots of people out here always ridin the dick hmmph. But check this out. I like your style I like your stride.
Dixie Roadrash at the world's most obvious car crash. She went through twenty states but the one I hate came last. . Whoa, nothing slows down. nothing ever turns around.
This is where my book begins. This is where the dream must end. Scream the truth and hide the lies. Mothers, fathers, sisters, friends, yeah. . Is this like the place called home?.
Intro whispering:. Let's talk about money. Get money. Common Sense want the money. Let's talk about money.. Common Sense:. I... be... the one they call Peavey.
Do you recall the long spring days. we used to make love just to pass the time away. hand in hand by the corner of the sea. when no one was looking we dove into the deep.
With wounded eyes of sorrow. Children fall down while they play. We watch the rain roll down the window. To wash our innocence away. . Do you think that we could find.
[Common]. I'm not tall but can I bust?. Like the double dutch going down the street. I rap to myself when there ain't no one to rap to. And to me yo my shit be sounding sweet.
Man without a rudder is ruled by the sea. Lost all anchors somewhere in the deep. Lover of machines-adrift in schemes. Cast his lot among rootless thieves.
The stormy little boy stares out the window. It's freezing to him living there inside. Sometimes in his room he feels the wind blow. And it's there the thorn is twisting in his side.
I saw a dark sign on the horizon. But that's not what I keep my eyes on. Even in tough times, good people shine. we say stand together, it's yours and mine.
A weeby weeby wobble gobble gobble DO the turkey. Lord have mercy mercy mercy me. You see I'm tryin to get the punani. but you just wanna rock me ah eh eh ah eh eh.
At one -. I was sitting and thinking of all the. beautiful things he could have become. Instead of a lyrical oracle and I'm a most appreciative one. 'cause I'm in a world of my own.