Sun God get 'em I stay far from my opponents, pardon me dogs That's why lead the call, they moving up on us But them G's on the corners, move when I
he made you.. [chorus x3] [outro: hell razah] The final saga of the street operas Of the street operas The final saga of the street operas
If only you, could let me in I know that love, it would begin If only I could rap to you I know this love would capture you, yeah Don't you wanna ride
I've been around the way I've been around the block I got the keys to the city if the gates are locked And a freak like me ain't bout to stop I
voice, In one combined The Phantom of the Opera is there Inside your/my mind Offstage voices: He's there, the Phantom of the Opera Beware the Phantom of the Opera
Soap Opera
Economics shut the furnace down Bull Connor hosing children down George Wallace stared them Yankee's down In Birmingham Take a left on the interstate
Looking out the window The trees are getting closer it seems Thinking 'bout you, darling Adding up the cost of these dreams Strapped to this projectile
Don't know why they even bother Putting this highway on the map Anybody's that's ever been on it Knows exactly where they're at It's hells on both ends
Can my brother sit in? Can my brother sit in? Well, there's a hole in the band And as a favor to Cassie We'll let her brother come and jam If he ain'
Bobby went out for a joy ride with my best girl, left me at the party It was almost ten and the three quarter moon illuminated The rain-soaked streets
When I was a young boy, I sniffed a lot of glue Mom sent me to rehab, they told me what to do We didn't have much money, the Lord picked up the tab They
Let me tell y'all a story So far fetched it must be true 'Bout a bunch of fatherless boys from Florida One is man enough for two Practiced twelve hours
I think I'm gonna call the Police, I hear something upstairs I know good and well there ain't nothing good going on up there There's probably ten or more
Dropped acid, Blue Oyster Cult concert, fourteen years old And I thought them lasers were a spider chasing me On my way home, got pulled over in Rogersville
I live down in Alabama where the river so muddy got to watch where you step Figurin' out things by the Railroad Bridge and a cousin or two want to give
One more night, one more show Four down, eighty-four to go This ain't no time for moving slow Greenville to Baton Rouge I'll call you up when I get through
He was ready for the big trip He was moving to the city He had packed his prize possessions And gave away the rest He was almost doing ninety The sky
