Sigh - 12 Souls
Don't you bear the voices calling for someone shaped like you
watch their fingers clenching round the cross once misconstrued
what's wrong god you became odd this was your job why did you stop
Arlo Guthrie - 1913 Massacre
by Woody Guthrie

Take a trip with me in nineteen thirteen
To Calumet, Michigan in the copper country
I'll take you to a place called Italian Hall
And the miners are having their big Ch
Gilbert O'Sullivan - 15 Times
Move along, move along, move along
Said the man with the uniform on
Get away, get away, get away
Said the goldfish to the whale
Oh what have I done now
And the goldfish replied you fool
Lil' Romeo - 2 Way
2 Way me
(Hit It)

Romeo, Romeo it takes two to make a thing go right
Romeo, oh Romeo it takes two to make it out of site
Romeo, Romeo it takes two to make a thing go right
Rom
Kru - 2
Dulu kita terpaksa
Akur dan mengalah kepada situasi
Segalanya suratan pedihnya di telan
Dipisahkan lautan
Hilanglah khabar daku mengubah haluan
Walaupun daku sedar dan tahu
Tiada w

Cypress Hill - Worldwide


Verse 1: Sen-Dog
You better hope I'm chained up, shackled with a yard
I'll snatch you by the neck, bide you like a tech
Wreck fools when I disconnect, make you sweat
Shit your pants, get in yuor step on my advance
Catch a glance of the legendary brother who carries
Your body and buries two more lyrics in styles varied
Fool what? You ain't got nothin' to say
I been backin' up east side LA, all day
Blowin' up the best techs, the best flex
Havin' the best sex, fuckin' in Wessex
The hardcore shit, I know you like it raw
'Cause ain't no other Dog breakin' the last straw

Chorus (2x): B-Real
You better bounce, nigga, smoke an ounce, nigga
'Cause you rollin' with the Hill and what counts is uh,
Can you hang with us? You wanna bang with us?
Cypress Hill, worldwide, Los Angeles

Verse 2: Sen-Dog
I don't bark, I just bite, mangle and maim niggas up
Check your strap, they mangle us and pick us up
Fool, now you tremblin', I give you three seconds
To break out before you resemblin' a dead man
A hole through your headband
My gat's in my right hand, my plug's in my left hand, punk
Cypress Hill worldwide, you just a local
Don't anger me, or you can hear it in my vocal
You don't want that strap on my hip
To deal out, the repercussions dug a fat lip
I'm buckin' at the room soon to the boom
Fuckin' with your head like the 'shroom you consume

Chorus

Verse 3
(BR) Bitches, you're all thick-eyed, a weak ride
I take money-money, make dummies all night
Use the mic, bruise the mic, we choos the mic
When you sorry niggas go off and lose the mic
(SD) We choose a life right, we roll with crew tight
See the light at the end of a tunnel - a gat barrel
Wettin' up your flyest apparel, a cane ray
You forget me and I'll be back to refresh your fuckin' memory
Remember me now, Cypress Hill soldier
Up and down the boulevard, big money folder
You bring descript sequence with no defense
The whole defense hittin' the bones while you sleepin'

Chorus
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Eins Zwo - Aller Achtung
Achtung Achtung / wir kommen mit beats, cuts und raps/
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Heftig! Man mu fleiig ben, die Konkurrenz schlft
nicht gerade eben zum B
Elvis Presley - An American Trilogy
Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland
Oh I wish I was in Dixie, away, away
In Dixieland I'll take my stand to li
Elvis Presley - As We Travel Along The Jericho Road
(Traditional)
As you travel along on the Jericho Road

(Elvis: I would take young Johnny Cash to do this)

Does the road seem all long and heavy your load
Just take it to Christ your
Dune - Against All Odds
How can I just let you walk away
Just let you leave without a trace
When I stand here taking every breath
With you

You're the only one who really knew me at all

How can you just
Elvis Presley - A Big Hunk O' Love
(words & music by Aaron Schroeder and Sid Wyche)
Hey baby, I ain't askin' much of you
No no no no no no no no baby, I ain't askin' much of you
Just a big-a big-a hunk o' love will do