I'm on the road Northside High School, makin beats on the top of my desk whenever the teacher left the room Three years of ridin the bench wantin to play more than the last thirteen
Strapped to his saddle a shotgun that wore the moonlight like a velvet glove Wade looked right through the black mountain that lay before him To Henhough (Henhough) A thirteen
s why it's on the strength Everything is on the strength [Verse 1:] Simultaneous anger to this life I'm no stranger Galaxy mission to attack in the track black
's a game of two halves - I'm not on the team of winners, Each time I set the table - seems that Judas comes to dinner. Thirteen black cats cross my
cross Try a little tenderness A whiter shade of pale Turn turn turn For what it's worth And long black veil We sing long black veil We sing long black
and I figured it must be Bill So I thought of the contract I'd made with him and I took down from the shelf The swell black box with the silver plate
thirteen (SFX of a parrot) You know thirteen as in the teen and the feen and the reen? (SFX of a parrot) The sky was black, it almost looked like candy
had advanced cosmos journey apologist Substantiate statements I commands the aspects of creation Astronomers cant even interpret my ancient civilisation Of Andromeda The Dragon of Dracos come touch the inner sun
ancient ones In the glow of the dying red sun Their rites of evil have only just begun Evil monks fall to their knees Black colossus, they must not see
Burn dragon ryder high into the next world Thirteen hours with thirteen minds Bells toll eternally in this prison Radiation, nuclear heaven Sun turns
's a hole in the top where the sun cuts through And lights up the room and I hear all these male voices Telling me that black people are inferior And
number 1 single Now its Louis thirteen from a bottle of peno' MGM gram like i ball at a casino Stack my chips all favours a pringos In the phillipines full of black
and I figured it must be Bill. So I thought of the contract I'd made with him, and I took down from the shelf The swell black box with the silver plate
rob and gather reporter, columns are lost White five, black five, with dollars to toss Twisted by the dark side of the force Black biscuit, by park side
, going berserk... [beretta 9] Aiyyo, we could see thought, express thought Red dot on the plot, marksman operating one shot On some fifteen global thirteen
ruins that the weeds have overgrown You may look in vain for crosses and you'll never see a-one But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun
