Listen, Listen, I?m listening carefully to where exactly you might be, Cause I have had enough waiting, I?ve had enough waiting for you. I?m thinking
[Hook] Listen to precision *scratching* Listen to pre-ci-ci-ci-cision Listen to precision *scratching* Listen to pre-ci-ci-ci-cision Listen to precision
for Thursday she gets a ride from her mother or some other dude until I killed that motherfucker Forget the narrative, I'm thinkin' horse drawn carriages
(Bob Dylan) There's an evenin' haze settlin' over town Starlight by the edge of the creek The buyin' power of the proletariat's gone down Money's gettin
the buckeyed trees in rhyme Well my heart's in the Highland, I can only get there one step at a time. I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the
I listen to a lecture of nonsense till dawn. By a plagiary poet with dark glasses on. He said "how did you ever dream up that song? The one where the
Ohh! Yeah! So much for first single on this one [Verse 1] Shady's the label Aftermath is the stable That the horses come out erra Of course we're
Could you tell us a bedtime story, like you used to? [SR] Look, don't y'all think y'all too old for that now? [Kids] No [SR] Listen, I got an adult question
math And after this give me your goddamn autograph [Chorus:] Whipper Whip, you can make the microphone sing Walking around sporting your diamond ring All the ladies know you as an
knew stood firm to hold us Colonisation is what they sold us So someone decided we needed soldiers Destructive forces is what they told us Invent the engine replace the horses
rag hangs from an open mouth. Alive at both ends but a little dead in the middle, A-tumbling and a-bumbling he will go. All the King's horses and
opinion you've made an excellent choice I don't want to put the doubt in your mind In my head , well, you're just fine excellent choice Now listen Well
way to becoming a college graduate Wouldn't even stop to talk to the average kid The type of latina I'd sit and contemplate marriage with Fuck the horse
it?s do?s and don?ts The future?s an empty promise I?m concerned and so tired of waitin? But we could sell it wooden horses full of nightmares And when
sit back, admirin yours Young blood you better get that, we frying baccars Niggaz don't want to be confined to riding the iron horse And don't listen
out sweeter than old Sadie Nice as Bun-B when I met him at the Source awards Girl he had with him - ass coulda won the horse awards And I was almost famous
Kalsa[...] Scratcha passa quitte sa balsa, s'echangent ca et aillent dire aux autres c'est du rap salsa, C'est d'la balsa et un doigt hors-liste c'est
