after time Metal kisses stone Tired lungs breathe in The dust of her birth, and his eyes shed a tear "Arianna, I grow weary; My vision grows dimmer, My hammer
These hammers and strings been following me around From a box filled garage to the dark punk rock clubs Of 1000 American towns And my friend calls me
Don?t You Forget, just who I am. Don?t you forget, what?s in our way. Glass walls; that separate me from these paper floors; that I?ve been falling through
These hammers and strings Been following me around From a box filled garage To the dark punk rock clubs Of 1000 American crowds And my friend calls me
going I been doing this since Jabbar was hooking off the glass in the forum (ghetto) Your grandparents has to assume cuz the face look like a magnifying glass
BloodClot mouth! (Yeah! I'm a SouthSide nigga, niggaz know what I'm about!) Shut ya BloodClot Mouth! (YEAH!) (Niggaz stunt I'll bring dem hammers out,
't pull steel like Magneto I'll leave you black and blue like Max Rebo Offa my cerebral, God complex but no cathedral I hammer heads like Momanaydon,
in the mud Got a long haired woman, she got royal Indian blood Everybody get ready - lift up your glasses and sing Everybody get ready to lift up your glasses
with this hammer in hand One more drink oughta ease the pain Starin? at that last link in the chain Well let?s raise our glass and let the hammer
knows I make grip off blow Shit - I could get rich off blows My nation affiation pitch forks I've chose What the fuck you gon' do? We bang back hammers
A swine An addict A slave To that accel forward Till you just burn, till wreck And now your falling Pain potions getting well Though they hammer you into
face Dolce and Gabanna, I aint into bandana's might fly to Barbados, try and find some Rihanna's I'm running this jungle, can't touch me I'm hammer and
to eighty-eight, you couldn't catch our flow A group of kids so original [Ghost] You heard? [Interlude] [Ghostface Killah] Tony 'Tana with big hammers
for that white They use to call me the pirex kid, aka young arm n hammer In the kitchen with the pots yeah work the glass Hard on em pimp yeah i work
devil We are striking out for paradise To bedlam below - down to the devil The mad parade is comming home Can't you hear the sound As they make the hammer
he drove the taxi in the hallway Shootin' niggas down if they clothes is tacky Get an 18 or brick and my clothes is khaki And the Porsche got a glass
'll let our voices slowly fade and ring out Crystal chandeliers hang Crystal chandeliers hang Gently swaying with our bodies, fall down Race upon us, hammer
