babe of the spray Like a white star, tangled and far, Tulip that's what you are. Warm and wise as a mute In the thunderbolt suit Princely and torn, grasping the horn
the provolone?" Government officials put taps on my mobile phones Nations overthrown, hold my own on my zone Prone to leave your dome blown, poem after poem
them up 'Cause none'a them would like my style Read more books than the curriculum profile Said, "Mr. Jones please come get your child 'Cause he's writin' mad poems
a liquescent And nebulous lustre was born, Out of which a miraculous crescent Arose with a duplicate horn Astarte's bediamonded crescent Distinct with it's duplicate horn
their war councils, don't laugh away their pride But Custer didn't listen at Little Big Horn Custer died (Let's drink to old Jim Bridger) There's poems
out of pennies, paint her green with envy She'll be standin with her back turned, burnin, smirkin towards her enemies She better be hollow from head to toe with horns
cut the provolone?" Government officials put taps on my mobile phones Nations overthrown hold my own on my zone prone to leave your dome blown poem after poem
ago" "Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie Holiday" [HORNS] [drum roll] [piano keys played] [HORNS] "Byrd..?" [trumpet solo] [group horns] [Guru] "The music called jazz.." [HORNS
none'a them would like my style Read more books than the curriculum profile Said, "Mr. Jones please come get your child 'Cause he's writin' mad poems
Shone the sunset red and solemn Where we stood and observed Down the corners of the column Letter strokes of Ogham carved 'tis belike a burial pillar
apears old will Was right in 84 Half baked brother Killed mother in a store But all of us watching But they don't love her anymore [Chorus:] (peed) my poem
Here we go Oh wee oh, oh oh (Oh wee oh, oh oh) Groove, uh! Drop out the horns It's gonna be a beautiful, it's gonna be a beautiful night U got
It apears old will Was right in 84 Half baked brother Killed mother in a store But all of us watching But they don't love her anymore [Chorus:] (peed) my poem
Throw a stone Throw another Fire a poem Slash a tire Raise a fist Raise your voice Raise a child Wear a mask Honor the martyrs Study the map Build
down like I'm drowning a man Home run hitting chicks grand slamming 'em man Yes, we're internationally known To drop a hot poem on the microphone Cause