the world That we're onto It's the weight of the world That we're standing on I'm not standing on Come out with your fingers And tears us all down
south to the north east to the west baby do it so soft got me singin boy yoy boy yoy she got that goody gum drop oh boy [chorus] less feelin taste great
guess that's how the story began First mission was to clear it out and claim it as mine Indigenous people were peaceful it took no time Great grandmother
(feat. Truck North, P.O.R.N., Dice Raw) [Truck North] Trapped, no shield, no sword The unbeaten path got my soul so sore Allured by the lust, something
D.M.C.! The King is me! Your High-ness, or His Majesty! Now you can debate, c-c-c-concentrate But you can't imitate D.M.C. the Great! Dissin all devils
know my name I flow the same in a competition I break them clowns into something different Buck 'em with the fucking Smith and Wesson M C's never leave my section Finger
to never test, it'll be a 'Category F5' Handle military with automatic weapon so let's ride Love to the honeys, and everybody that running the north
what's your name? DMC, the king is me Your Highness or His Majesty Now you can debate, c-c-c-concentrate But you can't imitate DMC The Great Dissin'
and all of us take the blame Meanwhile in north Alabama, Wilson Pickett comes to town To record that sweet soul music, that's Muscle Shoals sound Meanwhile in north
everything would be alright the white tent the raft the white tent the raft the white tent the raft fists and chests great overcoat clearing: and when it's not our great
in the winter wild with its grim heartbraking woes And the ruthless strife for a grip on life that only the sourdough knows North by the compass North
nina, ya grills gotta get a lil meana, if i wanna say xxxx you, i aint gunna give you the middle finger, real niggas say xxxx you with the triger finger
of it I set out North I walked the five or six miles to the last of the street lamps And hunkered in the curb side dusk Holding out my thumb In no great
ready to explode, the bomb is primed. Up until the middle of the 20th century, many Americans believed in the idea known as the "Manifest Destiny." It held that all of North
't explain My best friend and me one night One drink a piece at Cresent Hive Just like that we end up in a fight Like a yo-yo up and down Your headed north
church street south Yknahmsayin? canal street there in durham, north carolina [rick] "for all of y'all.." [kane] streets of crooklyn, and all the great