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| 4:16 | 
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Turn around every way, looking back another day The race is on, I'm out to win, before I start I must begin Here we go round in circles to nowhere Mulberry bush just won't let me see If I am lonely when I arrive there Mulberry bush, will you shelter me when I am naked and cold? Yet no one must see, oh they're looking at me When I am straight I feel that my world is real With people running round and round, bringing one another down People running round and round, bringing one another down Here we go round, I'm looking for someone Mulberry bush is calling to me Red lights and green ones, I can't be nervous Mulberry bush, your bright eyes I see Here we go round in circle to nowhere Mulberry bush just won't let me see If I am lonely when I arrive there Mulberry bush, will you shelter me? |
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| 2. |
| 11:38 |
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Uh thug shit Killa Cam thug shit Yo yo I want my steak with a funky dame Honey claim cash like the Money Train Faces of death eatin monkey brain Chunky change call it iced out and flawless For all my niggas upstate with food inside the toilet Yo I'm like Hoffa mixed with Sinatra La costa nostra dude packed a toaster True motherfuckers y'all blew it motherfuckers Told you how we do it, stupid motherfucker I chew motherfuckers, know how I do it motherfuckers Lay your block down when I come through it motherfuckers Niggaz want murders, maybe I'll call Ladies'll fall, yo we killin babies and all I mean, one up in the cabbage, one up in the carriage Bing-bing-bing like ricochet rabbit, faggot Your mother sayin look at they 'matics, damn look at they habits Oh, look at they karats [Killa Sha] Paint the picture, 2-5-2 killa scripture Verse six: Chapter five, touch more lives Try to survive in this frontline with mines Deep, but I'm in the minds of foul men Too much gin, too much hash, too much cash Kinda hard to let this good shit pass So I dabble in it, heads eat and killa sin it Ya bitch niggaz wanna get in it but can't fit it Many is callin, but few is chosin And them faggot ass niggaz thats holdin, ain't goin Sha Luminatti, uh-huh, god-body Hail, rain, and earthquakes when I break A warning to the fakes (true that) Play the dark and brought to the light Lift up your dress for spite Lyrical fight, for forty days and forty nights Automatically tight, to the blind I bring sight Ninety-nine omega, captivate through your vega Rhyme slayer, do |
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| 3. |
| 4:22 | 
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| 4. |
| 7:14 |
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Sometimes I feel like I'm fading away You're looking at me, I've got nothing to say Don't make me angry with the games that you play Either light up or leave me alone You walk in my room, you lie in my bed You open your mouth, shoot someone dead All of a sudden you're inside my head Either light up or leave me alone Spending my bread like it grew on a tree You're trying to tell me 'bout the birds and the bees The skirt that you're wearing is way past your knees Either light up or leave me alone You're up all night preaching your mind Come home in the morning with your latest find I'm gonna have to lay it to you straight on the line Either light up or leave me alone |
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| 5. |
| 4:46 |
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There were three men came out of the west, their fortunes for to try And these three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn must die They've plowed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in Threw clods upon his head And these three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn was dead They've let him lie for a very long time, 'til the rains from heaven did fall And little Sir John sprung up his head and so amazed them all They've let him stand 'til Midsummer's Day 'til he looked both pale and wan And little Sir John's grown a long long beard and so become a man They've hired men with their scythes so sharp to cut him off at the knee They've rolled him and tied him by the way, serving him most barbarously They've hired men with their sharp pitchforks who've pricked him to the heart And the loader he has served him worse than that For he's bound him to the cart They've wheeled him around and around a field 'til they came onto a pond And there they made a solemn oath on poor John Barleycorn They've hired men with their crabtree sticks to cut him skin from bone And the miller he has served him worse than that For he's ground him between two stones And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl and his brandy in the glass And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl proved the strongest man at last The huntsman he can't hunt the fox nor so loudly to blow his horn And the tinker he can't mend kettle or pots without a little barleycorn |
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| 7:42 |
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Rainmaker, rainmaker The sky is gray just by the touch of your hand Rainmaker, rainmaker Make me some rain, make all my crops grow tall Rainmaker, rainmaker The sky is gray, the ground is so hard It's been cracked by the sun Rainmaker, you know my work's never done |
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